Guillotine (feat. The Kerosene Khan) [Finchey! Remix]

Terroristic track, while you sniffing 5ths of crack Extort, move and deport straight into forts While getting more plaques So smite the record while we live by the sword Slicing quicker then doctors at cords With clipboards So while you sit on the corner, speaking excrement I frequent murder g's, They can never seem to defeat it Completely unhinged, nutty, going to repeat it You simple minded people gonna have to cheat to beat it Caught an mc snotty, stupid priced Bugatti's Shotty gauge, with a quicker fix of kartete So if this what you want, leave you crying to ya mommy Not a single rapper can ever lay a finger on me I rep the 59 area, a brother in a crime When the cops draw, get shot at the same time And when the vocals hit the mic, it's like murder in a rhyme I top bars, eliminate the lines, to save time So keep the cannibalistic death threats Were fighting using chess sets Finish quicker like it's 10 pound bridge Chest reps You mess with, kittens, it makes you look a joke And the way you write ya lyrics, It's like you fell in a stroke Hit the, OG super crazy hip hop notes Unstoppable melodys, with the deep type coats Lyrics invisible, yeah I can't be vinsed I repeat the same shit, put through the ringer and rinsed Lyrical warfare, you get thrown in the missed And you kissed, the ass of bad rap, couldn't resist You make fake beef and then you add to the list And if I was it I wouldn't be pisssed Man you get smacked, dropped hard down and wrecked Have a real MC check, inspecta deck I write verses in minute, to test my intellect It'll only take a moment for my words to intercept Dissect the lyrics, that your hearing from these projects What you on son? This shit is perfect And watch these words come and blow like the Tri-State Only not, cause these lyrics can't technically fly straight And watch us blow up, yall make me wanna throw up Disrespect the dead, like when the **** you gonna grow up Watch your damn mouth before you make somebody load up And get killed, you people just ain't skilled I'd be thrilled if you spit verse and wouldn't have been pilled Without being drilled, drug loving kids in guild Can't ever start a verse, without some caps getting peeled Guns concealed, fulfilled, with all blood being spilled Ayo finchothy, peep this insanity Trash mc's think that they can handle me But nobody can handle the man I be When I rap, I cause calamity And the dimmadome may have banished me But I just continue with the city planning Rap game 2019, yall know I ran things Crap rappers styles aborted like plan b Stick to the rapping, don't mess with all that scamming Make my money legally, msg my family Style from hell, rap message damning Cause I raised the bar like a whammy Sun gods lead the pack like manny I see rappers like babies, they need a nanny They styles are see through like Danny Y'all bars are like studying for a test, they cramming Yo I hear you khan, mc's long gone Simulated bars, like they were Tron Luxury cars, flexin on the prawns Just flex the hustle, up before dawn Rap is a warzone, call it Argonne Styles be flamin, just like Bhutan Invading the scene, call rap Saigon See them running, call it Taiwan Do a supply run, straight up the Yukon Transfer the medicine, pay the yuan Form and energize like a proton Zeppelins goin down, better ramble on Need to get some money, head down to Oregon Sun god religion, ain't no Ramadan Up in sun godia, call us the pantheon Dimmadome is gone, it was like Kazakhstan The gods never get booled, we bool all these kids for the cream We a team, rep the style of what wu-tang means You're messing with kids, hit a lick on libs The styles so sharp, find you short of rips You like tecs? You're dumb as an Ex Who writes checks, to idiots Who don't sell meth Like the method, we've represented Every damn word that you've heard That'll leave your coke slang dented Get called and you pick up the phone Microphone so weak like your voice turned stone Light fires over tracks like the dim to the dome Chrome bullets for the kids who call rap their own home