Lyrical Slaughter
Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 9:55 am
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[Phasewon]
Your style is artificial, you're not even part official
It aint hard to rip you, youre finished before I start to diss you
I'll turn your squad against you; basically, facin' me,
Is like tryin' to stop a chartered missile with a starter pistol
I'll scar the tissue, when I open your flesh
Grip my fingers over your neck, and choke you to death
You aint posin' a threat, yo you makin' me laugh
I'll come break you in half, while you naked, takin' a bath!
I'll take you straight to the mat and grapple, slap you and
Snatch your Adam's apple out your asshole while ya crew is laughin' at you
My raps'll baffle and serve you, man handle and hurt you
It aint a challenge to murk you, that shit is like battlin' Urkel
Get outa my circle, you aint a worthy opponent
Verses are potent, when flowin' I'm the perfect component
The curtains are closin', son, you got done with the rest
And if the battle wasn't won, there'd be one in your chest
I'll test you physically and mentally with vivid imagery
My lyrical ability will shit on raw delivery
Flawless victory, you wanna lace the mic?
Just name your price, I'll beat you at whatever game you like
It aint just hype, I'm supposed to rip you
So you better hold your pistol, and have all your soldiers with you
I roll official like a horse and carriage
Grab a cross and ram it down your throat and jam it right across your larynx
You was tossin' salads, when you went up-state
Gettin' butt raped, and tuckin' your nuts with duct tape
For fucks sake! I'll wreck ya, make you chin check the pavement
Ride through, and pile drive you, 'til your neck is breakin'
Left you shakin' in your boots, beggin' for a truce
Danglin' from the roof, pissing yaself while you hangin' from the noose
Yous a bitch! Get your bible and use the shit
Quit rap and find God, or I'll butt fuck you with a crucifix
Who you with? It doesn't even matter, I'll leave your
People battered, bent over fetal, splattered in they fecal matter
It's either that or go head to head for the title
But my rivals show up to the battle dead on arrival
[Phasewon]
Your style is artificial, you're not even part official
It aint hard to rip you, youre finished before I start to diss you
I'll turn your squad against you; basically, facin' me,
Is like tryin' to stop a chartered missile with a starter pistol
I'll scar the tissue, when I open your flesh
Grip my fingers over your neck, and choke you to death
You aint posin' a threat, yo you makin' me laugh
I'll come break you in half, while you naked, takin' a bath!
I'll take you straight to the mat and grapple, slap you and
Snatch your Adam's apple out your asshole while ya crew is laughin' at you
My raps'll baffle and serve you, man handle and hurt you
It aint a challenge to murk you, that shit is like battlin' Urkel
Get outa my circle, you aint a worthy opponent
Verses are potent, when flowin' I'm the perfect component
The curtains are closin', son, you got done with the rest
And if the battle wasn't won, there'd be one in your chest
I'll test you physically and mentally with vivid imagery
My lyrical ability will shit on raw delivery
Flawless victory, you wanna lace the mic?
Just name your price, I'll beat you at whatever game you like
It aint just hype, I'm supposed to rip you
So you better hold your pistol, and have all your soldiers with you
I roll official like a horse and carriage
Grab a cross and ram it down your throat and jam it right across your larynx
You was tossin' salads, when you went up-state
Gettin' butt raped, and tuckin' your nuts with duct tape
For fucks sake! I'll wreck ya, make you chin check the pavement
Ride through, and pile drive you, 'til your neck is breakin'
Left you shakin' in your boots, beggin' for a truce
Danglin' from the roof, pissing yaself while you hangin' from the noose
Yous a bitch! Get your bible and use the shit
Quit rap and find God, or I'll butt fuck you with a crucifix
Who you with? It doesn't even matter, I'll leave your
People battered, bent over fetal, splattered in they fecal matter
It's either that or go head to head for the title
But my rivals show up to the battle dead on arrival