Lyrical Miracle from Knucklehed Anthemz by NYC Shootout

Hey ladies! I’m a lyrical miracle. Killing raps like it’s serial.
Blasting based ass bars, coming right through your stereo.
Locked, loaded, ready to be goated.
Asian service ladies hanging with me and they throating.
Shootout can’t be topped because we fucking on all y’all.
Can’t be stopped. Writing this heat. Fuck it, we ball, y’all.
Smoking all this weed, I’m turning green in the place.
When Douggie Fresh picks up the axe and riffs go up in your face.
My name’s Morty Shootout and what the heck?
All these service ladies love giving me neck.

Bitches to the left, bitches to the right.
Fat Spanish bitch threw it back all night.
Give me respect, the way I rock the mic is the best.
We killing all these bands, steal their fans, it’s straight theft.
So, who’s left? We controlling all of these hits.
So, if you got a problem with it, you can suck our dick.
Best in the biz, the goats of this shit, you can’t handle us.
New York City Shootout smoking weed from Los Angeles.

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