Gutter - Vel The Wonder

Yo she smelling like a bucket of piss, yo how attractive

Haven’t even started the beat, im already getting active

Yes im original straight from the crowd

How you expect me not to listen and refrain getting loud?

Yo i keep it representative of my culture, eat em like a vulture

I ain’t picky, ill slaughter em before they even line they notes up

Rap nerds and they evenly line they nose up

Rack em up coke, im only fuckin' with the doja

And ill still leave they face numb

Leave em with some bad brains, brain damage

The same savage in the fast lane

And i gain stamina every round im rappin' em

Battlin', top of the dome status

Forget your lines like frontal lobe damage

Now you crying in spanish to vela

Watching your favorite telenovela

Cus ill die being a Xochitl over a Discua Paz

Homie im feminine as fuck and ill beat that ass

Believe me, i mean these things dont last

Catch me busting a benefit soon, I’m off of the map

Just a disembodied voice in the barn

Form of communication is when your webbing with your yarn

And you stay laced in Pearls-

Will her skin continue to look great curves?

Her hair placed in curls?

brain great with words?

But still she ain’t a worth if she breaks from her nerve

Nonbelievers are fearful and they ain’t even heard of her

Servin' these weak emcees yo is what i do best

Like taking from they bank account before they even deposited check

Im the positive check, injecting ya neck with the potency

Coming at me with them roses and poetry

Is known to get ya neck broke with nobody noticing

Im rolling solo dolo and i know where my homies be

See whats the difference between me and you?

About 8 mixtapes, 12 videos and the term celebrity

Zombie attack, carnivore stat cus these emcees looking dead to me

Im radiating beasting on ya nerves, first ill eat right at ya spinal chord

Im feeding on ya worth, homie see that im the first to get you straight shook

And i ain’t even on ya fuckin' turf bitch, this ain’t a service

This is my first shit to ever drop the surface

Untainted like im about to pop a virgin in my pops suburban

Or more like mama smurf fukin' with these

Hatin' ass lost suburb kids who lost on purpose

Can’t handle without getting a grip

So we squabbin' fists until we settle this shit

Then own ya death to clit

Im moving urban core

Pit stops in the pit lops getting they shit knocked

Missing about forty dollars from they wallet and they wrist watch

And a weak ass dime sack off his homie who had just slipped up

Producing head of my state, call me chris rock

It ain’t hard to remember who i be homie, pick pocket pearl.