Vita Et Mors - Ackrite Freestyle lyrics

Lacing up the Nike's dude
I'm hoping that you're quick fam
I'll assassinate your career faster than
Dre did to Hittman
The whole game's on my hit list
If Kendrick's king then Vita's prince
Fuck an iPhone homie, drop Verizon dog
You need to Sprint
I stay by your home, creeping
I'm known for throat-kneeing
And choking non-believers till eyes
Rolling and dome's leaking start screaming
Eye me and you're medusa-freezing
I'm cutting up your body and eating
You while your heart's beating yea
This that horror movie shit for real
Branches breaking
Wolves are howling on a forest trail
Killer instincts, I'm choking you with a
Phone cord, you're saying bye, bye
Bye before you end sync
I'm done playing fuckers
You had your time in the limelight
I'm coming for you now
Those five mics are mine right?
Hoping that my vocals can one
Day get my stacks right
Until then I'm nobody
So fuck you if you ain't Ackrite

Your nuts in my left hand, knife in my right
Game in a stranglehold it's
Pointless to fight
I'm not famous yet so I don't need
To act right, right, right, right, right
You pussy ass bitches getting
Slapped on sight
I'm getting drunk and fighting
Every god damned night
Taking baths in holy water, can't
See light, light, light, light