House of Games 2 (feat. R.A. The Rugged Man) Song Lyrics

Locksmith]
Stick a fork in his corpse, cordially courting
Sourcing his portion for organs, give metaphors an abortion
A portrait of poor sportsmen, endorse and remorse towards him
I torch his vocal cords til 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 moor, that's why my rapport discourse for it
I'm forming a fort, forcing proportions that pour forward
Sort of a four-fifth to your orifice you poor bitch
Forfeit, tryna spit with this nigga, I forewarned him
Waging a war, décor of Muhammed 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 I was too rabid impacted by
The shit that people said, but instead let amplified
And niggas want a response, my response; "Keep waiting"
Fools rush in, smart niggas keep patient
Chasing the next man, the best plan developed wrong
Fuck rushing a freestyle my nigga, make a better song