"Incinerating Innovator(Battle Verse)" genre: Hip Hop
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	I got called out by an EX-Member of my crew, See what happens when wackness trys to fuck with Kraylen... lol Lyrics Inside
	CD: Unreleased   Label: Unsigned Credits: Beat:JC Lyrics: Kraylen
	Lyrics ------------------------- Aiyo I spit-raw, 36-bars, ready to rip ya'll/ I'll have ya fallin faster than Amatures playin' Pitfall/ my weapons-exhaust, will leave you streched-on-a-cross/ you testin-this-boss, that will be a definite-loss/ Noones aggression-will-stop, what I'm prepin-to-drop/ Fuck you over time after time like I had sex-with-a-clock/ I'll tie ya chest-in-a-knot, just for fuckin' with tha sickness/ I'll rip off ya right arm and make you drive a fuckin' stick-shift/ Witless???? I think so!!!!! you betta spit ya best/ But you cant leave now dawg! I aint made you my bitch-yet/ I'm feeding ballpoints creatine ta make my pen-flex/ you swallow more "seamen" than hungrey whales in shipwrecks/ If you rode me any harder you might make my dick-wet/ You just got ya ass 'Clown-dawn' like a circus sunset/ Rollin up like Pun's-neck, you know all my flows are shocking/ not even a fuckin' posse of Kamakazies could stop me/ you'll lose ya seratonin fluid if you try and drop me/ I take-Trix, like that rabbit, while you take-dick/ I spit so hard, my fuckin' saliva will break-bricks/ Innovator, let me ask you, why do you hate this?/ Is it because you couldn't hang with SS because of ya fakeness/ Fuck ya head up like you got blowjobs by girls with braces/ you couldnt take-this, you might as well go flow-for-free/ i'll plant my foot up your ass like my toes we're seeds/ Pressin' Alt-B you still couldnt see as bold-as-me/ Tie you to my car and drag your ass all over-the-street/ Speakin'-with-Kray, i'll split ya frame in 3-different-ways/ Im only BASIC if you cut off the B and the A/ I'll sink my teeth-in-ya-face, as you proceed-to-get-played/ When you send your demo tape to companies, no deals-get-made/ are you real-or-fake? thats something I can't see-in-my-eyes/ Like overfed flies, I hope you eat-shit-and-die/ You must be thirsty-to-learn, i'll leave this herb-in-an-urn/ i'm leaving microphones fucked up with third degree burns/ Its like im spittin medicine when I murder these germs/ No-Slumber, A Car is what i'll leave you thrown-under/ You've lost so many battles your record looks like a phone-number/ I throw-thunder, like I was 20 Angry Raidens/ Got all ya back up Sayin "Thats a Crazy Kraylen!"/ Cajun-Incineration couldn't fuck with my blazin-phazes/ I'm breakin-faces, Like I was spendin' C-notes/ I'll leave you so fuck'd up you'll have to rap at freak-shows/ I'm like a starving gardener with the way I eat-'ho'es/ I'll make your teeth-fold, like a mouth-fulla-towels/ doubtin'me'now? Bitch i'll leave you out-for-tha-count/ I listened to ya audio, what you ramblin'-about?/ Practice? What do I need ta be hotter-for? you make no centz like bums begging at dollar-stores/

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