Krash Korse

i dont know NUDIVA and no we aint crew either, but i want it so i took it and blew fever
this dude sicker when im ashing a removed cigar with his new hilfiger, i can tell he the type to rock kani's and old Tinas
we from the home of kill sinners, if it was wrestling we befriending viruses that turn john DIVA
if you the tallest singer, this september twelve i put fist in ya.... and blow a look like terminator 2 last scene done..

ey yo,its ok, you can go.....nudiva sends sympathies for your written reputations
you aint f**king with korse blaming the flow simmillar to your girls menstruation
dont bother respond you already spit your verse like alkaidas at a train station
your raps played like achoholics trying to savor the lasts bottles sensations

ey yo.but for real

if im out played, ill be an african playing in the east woods like vhs westerns, you an mhs intentions,
get raid braided like a wall climbing plantation, cos AHH an M.H.Zed section, we all already forgave your hating transgression
Shook to coins, like pin-YATA's, this nuke your loins, make a b***h shatter button lids like lacoste jeans and floyd.
So what you catalogue hate, in my dictionary im bout to pin krash korse on your teeth annoyed, like lotteries did, AHOY
if i break the science show you a piece of your manners in DNA with sole printed timbs and Coy. all limbs deployed your life be a new brink destroyed
brass knuckled spit make this dudes chin my toy, play with jaw dropping like an ugly kids fantasies exploring
said you want beef till couzifiers avatar made belief annoy, you barely spit get equip with atleast a masters degree kid be going

cos il make your b***h my whore, fix your tore and get reliefed som more, shitting liquids and leaves thats boil, you a jungle witch on a hoe
ill punch your lips and bounce off, turn it into a jumping gymn and cas -saw, beat your life in till its bleeding casse-role
rip your butt and cheeks apart off, just to see this shit you inspire talk, get propane and a minute to blast off
meet me in the kitchen like a chef sport, ill teach you feelings and necro, with you teething at my hack saw
so many rippings a months work, me in a rapping business, now cat whoa, thats just prison with the bars off,
immortal technique with his figments in an ash urn, i blow em back at your pictures if that's dope.. nigger its krash Korse

oh my god, whats with the hostility....haha whats up cloud runner?

Hello. who dat...

ey yo its krash korse, get your mass crossed,
bash and tossed, cos thats whats up like the crucifix pose
im a medallioned boss, get your nose pierced like a key rings hold
if you didnt believe in martial arts, now you see why my stanza is orthodox ed
authour ofcourse, cheuffuer thoughts through their crashing in course
many dashed and lost, im still new like i won battling ghost
recognise me like porsh dining forks, im at the table eating this pork
you dont believe in 3D, and got http-ed, like an African port
welcome to the matrix, if you dont O.D... you'll DLL a hackering pitch fork
nigger this is your krash Korse

Find a Shield in pain. it is a sadistic look. Very attractive piece.

LMAO. the brain is a quiet place. damn!