Will The Wicked

Old track, never got properly mixed or leveled, really just took this down in one take and then never touched it again, might as well just put it up 

Let That Shit Drop


I aint making mistakes
I aint taking a break
came with a plate a hungry stomach chasing the steak
Bet you didn’t know that I came with a flow
Thought you had a favorite rapper
but Im taking his place
Hoping to rhyme, something dope to open your mind
Bring your thoughts a little closer to mine
Being young i was afraid of chasing dreams 
I was wasting my time 
but now Im going in and hoping to shine
Trying get more cheese than Dorito chips 
Talk shit break your jaw like your Gino Smith
Break your face
Im trying be ace
Rothstien, making green on that Casino shit
In a room full of blunt smoke
Blunts bigger than Matumbo
Mouth piece wider than your thumb though
If you bring a chump flow
and try to swim in a sea full a sharks get eaten like some chum bro
I know how the weak feel
I rejected all the demons and decided i would make it my own
I would rather try and be myself then try to be a clone
On my feet still, tryin do what drake did to meek mill
Tryin do what Em did to Bizkiz ruin his existence
or when he clowned on the posse get off me 
Thomiz bring Lebron heat
Bitches and the palm trees  
Party with a honky
Theres a prodigy inside of me 
I got asked to join a secret society
but i said NO now my head flows
With all the thoughts of the different ways to get dough 
Since 16
I had big dreams
It all started when i heard my first six string
Now Im all grown up and I’m ready to ball 
Rap better I’m ahead of you all 
Are you ready to fall
Ima rap till your sick to your stomach 
Like you binge’d out on taco bell
It will not go well 
Cheaper than meat Im more like a lobster tail
and if you try to stick your fingers in my lobster pale
To get a piece of what i got ima rock your bells
My lyrics are a little too hot for hell 
Ive been winning most my life but I learned how to rock an L
2grams man i rock it well 
Dont talk about cheese if you don’t know how the cheddar taste
Flash money but aint getting paid 
Im cold as a December day 
Ima renegade a mixture of Em and Jay 
Just hoping one day i can get away
From all the people trying take me down to hell forcing me not to levitate 
My souls something that youll never take
For heavens sake just admit that I’m getting great 
I blow up like propane
Flows on ice just like a gold chain
Color of a snow flake
After this track they won’t even wanna rap
cause these hatters like The Prophet Muhammed afraid to show face
My mind darker than a Jedi knight
Bet Im nice
Ima say whatever id like 
Head spinning like the pedals on a six speed 
Im a mix breed 
Either we're fucking or not 
No dick tease
Rhyme kicker 
Bong ripping Cigar licker 
Drinking Hard liquor Soft strumming guitar picker
Got your mom in a black thong with a mask on 
My Mac strong 
Like Mac miller on bath salts 
I smack broads who act wrong when the tracks on 
Blunt smoking 
Cunt stroking her butts open 
Bill Cosbys mixing her up a love potion 
Track ripping caged animal mad vicious
Yack sipping 
Ya girlfriend in the back tripping 
Bag flipping well that was the old me
Whack rappers are my entree
Ill run em over like De’Vonte
Flows lava  like its Pompeii 
What did you say man
Im too vulgar and should bring it down
Act more commercial like Michael Strahann
I dont shake hands with fakes man
Thats as funny as Drake trying to break dance 
It’s Will Thomiz the rhyme kicking cigar hitting
broad getting Kush clouds wine sipping
Rhyme ripping sending you on a rhyme clinic 
About to blow but was never into line sniffing
So
Please stand back the bombs ticking
and if i set it off everyone is getting off’d 
Trust me i dont think you wanna get involved 
I’m too raw with it you can all get it
Love strippers
Best friend is a drug dealer
Fuck selling my soul
Illuminati wants to get into you’re head and control
every thought get bought whats your price
is it money and gold
Fresh whips all the best shit money can get 
or do you want power
Either way i aint making the deal
Turn away and run away to the hills 
Run away to the hills run away to the hills


Wills Hills (The Hills-The Weeknd Remix)

open you’re eyes
see the lies that the world paints,
its hurts to see it, 
i go to spread my wings
soar away with my talents like lebron to Miami but i learned its impossible to fly in a bird cage 

 been raw with this word play since third grade
i never listened to a word that these herbs say
fuck teachers, ill learn Jay and learn Yay (Ye)
study Shady smoke chronic and learn Dre


im ironic like ray Charles in ray bands,
Or magic Johnson telling Worthy he was worth it
Ironic like putting mickey mantle up on a mantle 
selling your soul to satan and saying it in your verses 



my flows dope at any rate,
late for a show because the L burns slow 
homie then let em wait, 
ricky bobby, i don’t believe in second place
you’re either first or your last homie so get it straight
my mind battles with time travel like seven days 
plenty to eat in this game homie so get a plate
I’m talking pounds of it, 
i need cake,
so i wrote over this beat, hoping you like the sound of it

Not pizza when I tell you Ima make dough, 
Pound cakes, no drake though 
These wig wearing rappers bringing nothing but fake flows it ain't right
That's like comparing a mako to a great white 




When we die do we levitate into heavens gates 
Do we rot with the problems that we would never face 
Nobody knows about the after life
Circumstances won't be half as nice 
lifes slow like fat people or syrup without the sprite 
i attack the mic
i was told that your enemies are your friends,
and the people that you cherish are the ones who stab your back at night 
you can live a long life if your acting right 

i put together a remix 
to re shift, 
all the people wishing on my downfall 
how ya’ll
hating on me when its fire as a phoenix, 
Bars don't match my image, they can't believe me 

its hard to find flows hotter than this
I’m growing beautiful like eminems daughter and shit 
im 23 and to me I’m beginning to learn to be a butcher in the game you gotta slaughter some shit
uh
i smoke chronic, read comics and write flows
some light skin
some dark skin 
some white hoes
catching every single problem that this life throws
keep improving, 
the opposite of mikes nose

Studied the rulers, 
would Walk with my Walkman 
i listened to tech 9 before i had a computer 
i listened to dr dre before i heard of a virus 
Ren and Eminem inspired my type of rhyming,

if you get one thing from this song,
its that Willie brings heat
ya’ll weak
still the hate is strong
can’t wait to prove you maggots were wrong
im rick flaring it ( WOOOOOO)
you’re embarrassing like bringing mom and dad to the prom 
I’m as dope as what you have in your bong
thomiz had to drop a bomb 
don’t be mad at me dog 



just treat the track like petterson and run it back 
treat the track like petterson and run it back



you don’t know me?
will thomiz 2-0-3
city where we blow trees
city where where the microphone is holy,
where we attack the whack
they call me cactus jack
im mick foley 

i can take a hit
all it does it make me spit
my roads for me and only me 
stere away from it 
or you’ll get taken from this world 
it’ll be like Mel Gibson versus england in the patriot 

treat the track like petterson and run it back 
treat the track like petterson and run it back


Pound Cake Freestyle

First mixtape of the up and coming rap/hiphop artist and lyricist out of Stamford, CT 

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