Ackrite Freestyle Vita Et Mors

[Verse 1]
Lacing up the Nike's dude, I'm hoping that you're quick fam
I'll assassinate your career faster than Dre did to Hittman
The whole game's on my hit list
If Kendrick's king then Vita's prince
Fuck an iPhone homie, drop Verizon dog, you need to Sprint
I stay by your home, creeping
I'm known for throat-kneeing
And choking non-believers till eyes rolling and dome's leaking
Start screaming, eye me and you're medusa-freezing
I'm cutting up your body and eating you while your heart's beating
Yea
This that horror movie shit for real
Branches breaking, wolves are howling on a forest trail
Killer instincts, I'm choking you with a phone cord, you're saying bye, bye, bye before you end sync
I'm done playing fuckers, you had your time in the limelight
I'm coming for you now, those five mics are mine right?
Hoping that my vocals can one day get my stacks right
Until then I'm nobody, so fuck you if you ain't Ackrite

[Hook]
Your nuts in my left hand, knife in my right
Game in a stranglehold; it's pointless to fight
I'm not famous yet so I don't need to act right, right, right, right, right
You pussy ass bitches getting slapped on sight
I'm getting drunk and fighting every god damned night
Taking baths in holy water, can't see light, light, light, light