RapVerse.com Community - Master Blaster*Lack of Logic*M-Body colabo

Master Baster->Green
Lack of Logic->Red
M-Body->Darkblue

Check me!!!
So I see
These niggas want to be captains when they be rappin'
But yaw don't want to feel the crunch
When I open up your stomach
And eat a 4 course meal from it
4 courses which equals 4 naturally American born horses
4 courses..4 horses and 4 limbs pullin' in 4 directions
Watch in agony-n-pain as ya ligaments go flyin' like nut erections
Then I smear my feces on each fragment
Givin' you before you die a infection of maggots
You gettin' back to stable is like the opposite on two magnets
Cause I'm coming back to murder you in 3 days
The Master Man is not Jesus Christ
He saves
So just in case you still got air in your windpipe
You gettin' decapitated so you won't have breathe left
And you can't breath right
So fuck Breathin' In..Breathin' Out and doin' the chicken
Master Blaster with your mom
Like Dig-Doug I'm dick-diggin'
She keeps gettin' big
Cause my dick won't stop blowin' up
Call me a Blue Devil
I always got my Dukes up
Word to the wise
Don't fuck with me, Lack of Logic, and M-Body
We'll have you at high speeds crashin' cause
Were right behind you with some cameras clickin'
Like the fuckin' paparazzi

IM TWIST WITH DISFIGURMENTS-RIPPING MY OWN LIGIMENTS-
AND TENDENS-
OUT ON A LATE NIGHT -STARTING PROM FIGHTS- WITH 3 GAY
BASHING HERMAPHRODYTES-
ON TOP OF A RU PAUL LOOK A LIKE- MALE DYKE-
I SWEAR IF IT AINT THE MUSHROOMS-OR BOONES- THAT MADE
THIS SCUFFED-THEN ITS MY MOMS PORNOGRAPHIC CARTOONS-
WATCHING BARNEY AND SNUFF-(A-LUPI-CUS)- FUCK-
MY LIFE HAS TURNED TO A HIATUS- IM HIGH AINT IT –
FUNNY AT THIS POINT IM FUCKED UP- CONASTANTLY REPLAY
VIDEOS OF LIL BOW WOW CATCHING A NUT-IN THE GUT -AND
ANUS-
YOU THOUGH I WAS BAD BEFORE- WELL HERE GOES MORE-
SINCE LIFE IS A BITCH I ONLY STAY FUCKING WHORES- AND
DEVELOPING RASHES AND OUT BREAKS OF PENAL SOARES.

A KID WHO’S MOMS TRIED STRANGLING- HIM WITH THE
AMBILICAL CHORD- TANGLING- HIM WHEN HE WAS BORN-IT
AINT MY FAULT YOU BANGED DAD WHILE YOU WHERE DRUNK
DURING A 3 SOME IN AN ACCORD.

IM SICK? BITCH! ILL FUCKEN BEAT YOU WITH R.KELLY’S
DILDO TILL YOUR INSIDES ARE CARRODED- PURPOSLEY GET
YOUR TONSILS INPREGNATED- THEN SLICE YOUR THROAT TO
HAVE MY KIDS ABORTED- IM THAT DISTORTED- AND LEAVE
MORPHINE SEDATED-

PLUS IM WEEDED- AND HEATED- AT THE SAME TIME – SICK-
GRAB A TRICK-MIME-FEED HER DICK- TILL I CAN COUNT 6
MILLION OF MY CHILDREN SECREATED-
AND IF SHE DON’T SWALLOW- SLAP HER AND BARROW- SOME
HEAD LIKE A PORNO VERSION OF SLEEPY HALLOW- FINALLY
EJACULATE ON HER BONE MARROW-

DAMN IM SORRY MISS Camarac- THAT YOUR HUSBAND WAS THAT
WHACK-
THAT HE GOT YOU FERTILIZED FAKING A HEART ATTACK- OF A
TWENTY SACK- WHILE HE HIT FROM THE BACK-
AND GAVE YOU THIS WEAK FUCK.. GAY HEATHEN- AND LIKE 5
DOLLARS TO CALL IT EVEN-SEE THIS WOULDN’T OF HAPPENED
IF YOU WERENT TEETHIN-
DIDN’T WANT TO SWALLOW SO FAKED HARD BREATHIN- AND
WHEN HE WANTED YOU TO SWALLOW PRETENDED TO BE DRY
HEEVIN.
I GUESS NEXT TIME YOU’LL LEARN YOUR LESSON- AND BE THE
HO YOU ARE AND GULP THE PEACE OF SHIT’S BROTHER AND
SHIT HIM OUT DURING INDIJESTION.

A-Yo these two cats had ta have tha collabo wit “M” “-“ “B” “O” “D”
“Y”/
Cuz they know I’ll make it tyte like a fat dude in sum 1970’s LEVI’s/
Best believe IM sick an twisted, ya’ll bout ta SEE WHY/
IM tha type ta put CHROME to my DOME/
Then squeeze an send LED through my HEAD/
Until my brains are BLOWN an red an blue start BLINKIN/
Did it to let every1 see jus exactly wut I was THINKIN/
IM tha type ta murder an slaughter cows jus to start BEEF/
An if I wanna spit wisdom I’d steal my granpa’s false TEETH/
IM tha type ta drop tha N-bomb durin a skit at tha APOLLO/
Jus so tha whitey after me has a ruff crowd ta FOLLOW/
IM tha type ta slit my WRIST/
In tha shape of a 666/
In tha corner of an already carved CRUCAFIX/
After ME/
An my split PERSONALITY/
Possessed a ouija BOARD/
Jus cuz we got BORED/
IM tha type ta smoke out till my eyes get BLOODSHOT/
Run inta a Wawa ta rob it wit only ONE-SHOT/
IM tha type ta take no money out tha DRAWER/
Jus chow down until I collapse onto tha FLOOR/
IM tha type ta wake up in tha OZ PENATENTURY/
Hang myself wit bed sheets until Satan comes ta RESCUE-ME/
IM tha type ta come bac an do a collab wit M.B. an LackOfLOGIC/
Jus ta bring sick an twisted shit out tha CLOSET/