Locksmith - House Of Games freestyle lyrics

Stick a fork in his corpse
Cordially courting
Sourcing his portion for organs
Give metaphors an abortion
A portrait of poor sportsmen
Endorse a remorse towards him
I torch his vocal cords till his
Course is the four horsemen
Your core's forcing they roar
But I’m board snoring
A smorgasbord of endorphins
I’m dwarfing your dwarf swordsmen
I retort but of course no recourse for it
I’m more of a mortar that's why
My reporse discord for it
I’m forming a fort
Forcing proportions that pour forward
Sort of a four-fifty
Your orifice you poor bitch
Forfeit, trying to spit with this nigga
I forewarned him waging a war
Décor of Muhammad or George Foreman
Performing vocal expressions that questions
The status quo
Inhabit no sense of worth when you
Barely can pack a show
Distracted by the fact that I
Was too rabid impacted by
The shit that people said
But instead let amplified
And niggas want a response
My response "Keep waiting"
Fools rush in, smart niggas keep patient
Chasing the next man
The best plan developed wrong
Fuck rushing a freestyle my nigga
Make a better song i don't know what to say