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Anime Sharpshooter Cypher - RAPKNIGHT

Anime Sharpshooter Cypher

RAPKNIGHT

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Double barrels

Bitch I'm Death the Kid

Soul eater

Put ya life at an end

Bro is a meister

Just got him a weapon

Smith and Wesson

Better go count ya blessings

Soul Evans flow is sharp as a scythe

Lord death send ya ass to the sky

Not the nigga that yo ass wanna try

Send him to the doctor

Now he talking to Stein

Came up now my bitch bad Tsubaki

I don't think nobody out here can top me

Eating beats like I do at hibachi

True monster I'mma whole shinigami

Don't approach me cut you up like Crona

Flow be sick as fuck

I caught the corona

Put otaku on the beat and it go up

Me and Rap Knight the next ones to blow up

If I hop into your spot

Ain't no assaulting the jit

The shots will leave him holy

That is why a cross on my wrist

I see you looking at my star

I'm bearing arms with a gift

I'm aiming at you and your wisemen

Kid, it's hard as it gets

I'm a quincy, do you get me?

Shinigami are not half as nice

The rounds will leave you hollow

I'm sure you can understand it, right?

Subzero cold

I don't want you to try to battle me

My ammo taking heads off bodies

Like a fatality

It's flawless

Call me the sharpshooter

I'll play, I'll win, you'll see

I shot him three times harder

I can do anything

Online, Gun Gale, or outside

Nothing can get to me

Point threats, they mean nothing to me

Not scared I know I'm free

Uh

I'm just warming up

All this liquor in my cup

Want the smoke?

It's in my lungs

Blow it out and squeeze the gun

Blowing out your brain in the process

Mhm, I'm full of puns

Have you laid out in the lagoon

Infinite KD son

Vroom

How I'm revving up

Body count at 1 2 8

You know I love to bust

Militants is a must

The beretta go bang

The chopper go grattatata

Don't mess with me

I've got that fever

I'm a sharpshooter

Like a sniper with that 45

Do or die

Barrel to your head

I bet you won't survive

I'm a cowboy with that gas mask yeah

'Cuz I'm ill with it

S on my hat

Yeah

Like the man of steel with it

Call me Stephen Curry with the shots

I don't miss

No Death Note

But you'll be the next on my list

Quick draw

Can't nobody touch me

I'm an outlaw

Like a star in this bitch

Close your eyes

Make a wish

He must be past psycho thinking

He can stand with Brandon Heat

Click! Pow!

And then that nigga dripping like a manaphy

Gun put 'em in his true grave

For tryna stand with me

Ain't watching Fairy Tail

But big guns when I brandish heat

Any nigga in my way

He deserve to be dead

You can't talk from beyond the grave

But you heard what I said

My pen fire, gun fire

You get burned from this lead

I let my dogs speak for me

Call it Cerberus head

Yuh!

You know you can't fuck wit the Guido

I'm at the top and ya gang stay below

Six bullets to his head

Shells comin out his top

Like how I reload

My first body?

That was back in the past

Same as before

Won't hesitate to bust a cap in yo ass

See if I'm playin or not

I'll bring the beef to your door

Looks like your luck's running out

Instead of six he ate four

I'm so fresh, homie look at the fit

These leather pants cost more than ya rent

And by the way

Switchin bodies with Trish

The only time I was ever a bitch

(Bitch)

Their ladies chasing me in a stampede

And that's why they try 'n' gun me down

Danger goes wherever this man leads

So I suggest you run from me now

If you ever notice that my gang leaves

It's the last chance better scurry now

Before I turn this place to my canteen

And start serving the shots out the glock

Like blaow!

Not bleach but the hollows

Leave some holes in your chest

You're jokers at best

Come at me you leave coated in lead

With just six in the chamber

I can smack off the odds

And I'm not just fucking legend

I'm a damn act of god

Let me teach you a lesson

Class is out of session

I'm a bad bitch you'll with had stayed in 2007

Guns loaded ready to go

Dai-Gurren brigade you know

Who the hell do you think we are

Don't matter because I'm a star

(Drop it)

Don't need to run a giant machine

When I step onto the scene

Surfacing and cleaning fields with enemies

'Cuz I'm not aiming to please

Support the boys from the ground

And I promise we will rise

Don't worry, I got you back covered

Just return the favor ten times

Investigations started

Guess who's on another case again

Crime coefficient going up

It's time to bring me in

If you haven't heard I'm Kogami

I'm from the PSB

I'm making observations while I'm thinking I won't taste defeat

I send the shots straight to your home

I watch you blow up like a show

You can try to run

Let it be known

I bust the doors into your home

There's no escape if I'm in sight

My teammates posted up nearby

Just like a dog I take a bite

I think it's time to say good night

They don't really wanna mess with the long nose

Cannon like me got a long nose

Stop my supply you be thinking you grand

Now you be catching rounds for the line like a log pose

Talk on my name but won't see me on person like Yasop

If I see you then you take off

What you mad? That your bitch running base in my

Crib with my nuts in her hands like it's baseball

We talking bout armies

Now look at the grand fleet

But who they be thinking is grand, me

Talking shit

Then you be catching metal

For making a sound

Like you won a Grammy

Sharpshooter with a slingshot

Broke your arm you need a sling-

Shots hit your body

You be catching more rounds

Than the ammo of sling shots

I might look tiny to you

But you'll regret trying me when I shoot

Turning the tides all the time when I'm shook

You can't rival the wild power no dispute

Sniping you, all out, from around

You will find

It is now, on the ground, feel it slow

As you die

Coming for my friends

You will watch with wide eyes

As the final shot to your head is all mine

One shot with this baby

Your armour is done in

Gunning you down

There ain't no room for running

Caught in the crossfire

Reduced to nothing

This gun be leaving you carved as a pumpkin

Yes I have feelings for a certain guy

Night raid or not

I'll always join the fight

Yea come at me bro

Try knock out my lights

But if you get close

You say your goodbyes

Anti-personnel squad

Packin' 45 things

Pay the fee

Before I kill 145 kings

Whole team fly

Need a 145 rings

Fuck a blade

I lift one .45 and let it ring

Actually accurate

Act like I ain't no Ackerman

ACAB and shit, it's still

Put a price on his head and I'm cappin it

Nothin' free but allegiance

I'm active, no Colin Kaepernick

Fix your slack and vernacular

When you speak to the captain

Little bitch

Holding up standards and keeping regulation

Making my mark take them down

No hesitation

Steady and sharp

There's no room for fallacy

I got no time

To pay mind

To your sad envy

Hit it from the back

Don't

Give into your wrath

Won't

Let it slide

So hold your pride

I'm keeping you on track

I got no cap

Give em double tap

Like you've never seen

So be wise

You'll realize

Why the call me queen

Ayo

I don't really mess with these mortals

They're just fucking meat

Got a vampire chick on her knees

And she sucking me

Bloodthirsty

See these fangs?

I'm eager to bite

The sun fall

I pop smoke

I'm a thief in the night

Reach for the right

The ratchets squeeze

They ain't messing with my savagery

Cause actually I'm disrespectful enough to to smack a priest

The king of the undead

Only thing I'mma cause is bloodshed

There won't be one head left

'Cause I'm blasting them all

And I'm not even close to being done yet

Hopping out the swordfish with that thang

Let them hollow tips spray

While I'm yelling out bang

And if the gun jams

Then it's easily replaced

I'mma let the kicks fly

Like Adidas on a plane

I'm not playing

I'm in black Air Forces

I got more clips

And they're stashed in the swordfish

One shot will put em on they back in the morgue quick

Metal in they chest

Like the captained a warship

(Aye Aye)

Cold hearted bout my bread stack

Ops turning into harden

Watch em step back

Keep the 9 millimeter tinted jet black

Smoke 'em like Tyrone Biggums when he get crack

Richie

- It's already the end -