Crispmas Flow

Hey
Hey
Hey
All your ornaments are dildos
Leave that corny shit for griddles
When you grilling in the summer
This the winter
This for real, dude
This that leave you with a widow
This that leave you in the window
If you on the naughty list
This that hit you in your shin bone
Hello
From across the pond
Not frozen just a little chilly
I have begun…
To swim inside of a place that I never should have
But now that we done started
Keep it going
Never look back
No look pass
Dope in my book bag
Chef like I cook crack
Your shit bad
Nah, never bump that
Listen to no dumb tracks
That I can’t do
So high that I flew
Sick like the flu
I’m fire in the booth
Don’t ever try to test me
Knock you out lefty
Every verse I murk an emcee
Ain’t that the truth
Stay rappin' rude
Don’t clash the dude
Goons after you
If I battle you
I’d shatter you
If you the sun
I’d still out shadow you
Turn spit to vapor
Make a star burst
Bring different flavors like starbursts
The world in flames from a Sarge verse
I bring the fade like barbers
Oh, oh
The Crispmas flow
Crisper than you know
Step in
To the bathroom
And then it starts to snow!
Buddy the elf
Which colors your favorite?
Take the toys off the shelf
All my brothers amazing
With the tracks that we making
Flow slicker than ice
The illest on mics
Hung like the lights
We coming tonight
Pray for your life
The reaper in sight
At your door like Christmas wreaths
Young rapping lord stay spittin' heat
The king of beats
You ain’t got shit on me
With the team make history
These winter streets I bring the flame
Young innovate
Here to the kill the game
Still never change
I been the same
I know myself
Don’t need to renovate, nah
Fuck a house hunter bitch I’m hunting heads
Bet you call the feds
Bet you call for help
When I hop on down the chimney and start dumping shells
No one could really blame you
Couldn’t do nothing else
Homie riding around with carols
Presents ain’t fit in a bag need a barrel
Presence reflected on murals
You ain’t see me in Church but you could catch me in a stairwell
Ain’t your Buddy
Ain’t Will Ferrell
Ain’t no Empire and I ain’t no rebels
I’m the ghost of Crispmas bass and you the ghost of Christmas treble
Farewell
Oh, oh
The Crispmas flow
Crisper than you know
Step in
To the bathroom
And then it starts to snow!