Duck/Cover from GROW by Bedroxx

Oh look you wrote a poem
about your broken bone-alfons capone
Streetlights are on
time to go home.
Off the dome met a donnor party wagon wheel
Sawed-off mass appeal, raw dog mattress feel
In 95, 95 actors killed
That's 1% for each one of you cats that's lacking skill
1 for each 1 of my problems that's laughing still
But I maintain it's crazy, you copped bedroxx inwords, now you all 180 [degree]

It ain't no mystery, how you hop on mines, when your styles in the garbage with like fish skeletons and banana peels.

You go fishing with your style and catch like boots and tires.

I'm here to crush your little spit-spit rap CD
crunch your captain, yall [edit] are in the dark like Bohemian Rhapsody
In Bronson Park asking me if I'm the rap Charlie Chaplin
as I destroy your cypher, I never talk I'm all action.
I never walk I'm all uprock and backspins.
Warbux the XL stepped up and smashed him,
crept up and clapped him.
Huxtable on the mic is like you at a check cash-in,
Dipped in fashion, get up all over town ink on my finger ghost faction.

• Bedroxx
• EL-P
• Electronic
• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Killer Mike
• Rap
• Ann Arbor