House Of Games freestyle lyrics
by Locksmith
[Verse 1: Locksmith]
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 b*tch
Forfeit, trying to spit with this n*gga, 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 sh*t that people said, but instead let amplified
And n*ggas want a response, my response; "Keep waiting"
Fools rush in, smart n*ggas keep patient
Chasing the next man, the best plan developed wrong
f*ck rushing a freestyle my n*gga make a better song
I don't know what to say