Watch as I serve, Wait, better worded merk
Aspiring rappers, better called actors in this wack ***** purge
I'm sick spit dry retchin, Ya'll reachin, stretchin truth
Grabbin the 'hot' niggas erection while inside the booth
Could be described as aloof, but rap about how you shoot
But the root of that is the fact you couldn't have been fire if you was soot
Poof, put in place your disappearance, Kill your parents
Rape your p***y, both your cat and they one in your pants apparent - ly
And your luck? Your ******** over a table receivin a pelvis thrust
I inspire lust, Lyrical lies get crushed, then I grind to dust
Sick, don't stand near when I spit, Have all exposed skin excreting puss
I betray trust, then lay cuts down, while you still pullin knives up - clowns
I don't even flow or spit
I drop human sized water balloons down on you somehow filled with acidic s**t
Laughing at the fact your dying while your screams mirror it
Ream your clique, use a** like c**t, because rap was sex you'd all take d**k
Nappy hair, you all take pic
White tourists in back in the day Africa, You all take poison dipped stick
I roast you dicks, then serve your families, cheese filled p***k
Scream obscenities, at my living enemies
As my dead ones accumulate maggots, flies and fleas
Rhymes disease, ******** that a Plague
That no amount of appeasement to this goddess can stave
Whip snap crack you industry slaves
Kit kat snap, your back Yeah that'll break
Talent spat, what today lacks what Cee Li says
Run in the radio station shoot everyone moving change up what they plays
Laughing eyes hide whats inside, a murderous rage
Murder a page, with what I write, recite, to destroy your unborn babe
I've slaved, with a pen over my many rap sheets
In a room decorated with people who've talked smack's meat
No need to be discreet, evidence mental, never physical
But I'm raping haters eardrums every time they hear my flow
Your skills to low, You haven't been in the game long enough, If you didn't know
Those are the reasons I'm getting on why my fame will never blow
Well ******** your a**! Matter fact ******** your a**!
Doggy style face down, your back repeatedly slashed
Bash the back of your head till it's smashed, flee the scene
Not me, roll around in your blood till I'm covered in the crimson sheen
Get up disappointed, licking your blood off my fingers
Then choke the air out of the next, rapper / singer
Body? Head? Shoot Roy Jones Jr. with the Banger
Hop out the ring, shoot a crossbow blot into the neck of the bell ringer
Failed schemers, Sorry assed double teamers, can all agree on this fact
Who ever thinks they better than me is a dreamer, or on crack
Advanced mental maps, of body geography
That means I know how to kill you slowly while your still sleep
Deep thoughts, on how to reap what deaths wrought
In more of the dramatic, unconventional ways that keeps my on top
Never stop my knife fetish, new limbs chopped
Drive to the country serve you to pigs as slop
Tick, tock your times up, explosion rocks your body, skull missed from it
Blood and s**t flying everywhere like its just proving your full of it
Load ruger clips, when I write, hock spit bullets their type
Lyrical, one mean spirited emo girl
Reverse High school role, when you talk s**t push your head in a toilet, and swirl
I don't write sick, when the pen hits it's like I already hurled
Besides JG, no one in this world, is as twisted, and including the aforementioned
Ishah, and Apani B, no female can mirror me, let alone snatch a victory
Oh a dude might win, but odds are, prewritten
Either that or Teezy wrote what he spittin icon_heart.gif
If you ain't 'Ro or Ryan you don't know what ego is
If you ain't me or Sin you don't know about rippin clits
If you ain't Ishah then the only day clear is the last one you have breath
And If your not Lex, then for you I have hardly love left
Not a breath of fresh air, decay spewed (Nope no longer Fujin)
So says my muse, from now on call me Part Death
If the ref blows the whistle the only thing that'll be official
Is that I socked his balls, slapped the jaws
Then had random soccor moms raped raw
Hell Nah! No She didn't! "Soccor moms just had it comin"
How you think they done nothin'
Behind the bleachers on knees while somebody cummin
On their face, such a nasty disgrace
Do a favor for you mother go and take her place
More hardcore than a German sex scene, Expect mean, Manners
Bitches grill me, Serve you on as a Captian D's oops Cee Li's fish platter
With a side of you's a shrimp, Your legs looser than your lips
You a** like you can't wash that cuz you big as two blimps
I'm hot and not talkin temp, not the one to tempt
Bind you with material that is similar to hemp
Then with a bat in my grip, Beat you serverly
I'm mean for reasons even God won't dare speak
You an animal? Well frog leap
They'll have to scrape meat off you street
Because you cause you can't stop a ******** tank by planting your feet
Plus its fact your weak...
