while smoking crack

giving dap to my niggaz in black tees and white wave caps

i get back the tac n hit you back wit my gat rat tat tat

aight yo 3 bar hits

we the Lyrical Assassin, when we come through niggaz be laughin
our rymes arent tight yet, but we put up a good fight
You might wanna step back, as we tear up this mic

as i metiphorically blind u....my lyrical assassin bro will dice u
ill stomp u in the dirt leaving u merked
your brains leaving your skull. . ozzing on your wrinkled shirt

What you wanna fuck wit us, i'll tell you what you bes jus jump right back on that bus
my nigga will school you, as his vocab will consume you
we will murder you, toss, and turn you

my vocab so correct they call me before my time
i will not hesitate to drop a dime and leave your body on the floor by nine
giving you a taste off hell on earth
my boy mc hitting u up with his lyrical 9x9 Lyrical Mantis MC

My shit is so ill it should be a crime
I'll spit so hard i'll put you to death
Then you'll be layin there wit the rest

why must i be so devilish and leave niggaz burnt
i cant help the way i come correct and bitch slap the comp to death
going hard all the way leaving u beatin,wrinkled,dead

it took both of ya to come up with NOTHING//
my two tiny lines left yall huffin an puffin
repugnant at best in a worst-case scenario//
ya'll sound like two assholes shittin in stereo
i got more talent in the tip of my dick than ya'll two got in ya whole damn crew//

my words stay sick, i spit em out at ya,a, i'm through. but fuck y

yo roux you aint even bout it,
if you gonna go hard bring it

i come up from dirty waters just to merk u
with sword in hand i come up to slit u
ill cut u so fast your blood still blue
now what u gonna do
u aint never had nothin man so stop tryin
before i leave you under the covers . . cryin

the poetical lyrics of a mastermind run through my veins
when i see blood i want to attack within any means
when i see rouxs name is see a bitch ass nigga
running with his tail between his legs .. . see that picture
its not my fault your dad raped ya
dont come at be like a little bitch and make me shank ya
u can hold the mantis kid
i spit so devilish and do things nobody else did
the hot spitter is real . . what the deal
my hand holdin the wheel the other holding the steel
my klick is the shit
we put out more hits than your man will smith
never under estimate the lyriphorical genius of a mastermind
im so hot even the haters call me before my time
why dont u cool off as i shine this ice on ya
aint nobody talkin now . . i thought u were a bitch ass nigga

yo that shit was ill kid
that dudes really a dick head
he dont wanna mess wit our crew
that dudes a fly so sheew

mastermc everythin u spit is ill and dope,
cause u got cancer of the throat.

didn't u jus read what i jus wrote
ya shit is whack didn't i tell ya to take some notes

he cant take any notes master mc
hes to busy sucking off little boys
givng hiv

i'm the illest og
your not even gonna be able to see

ill like bitch with breast cancer!

n ya cant even handle her

u take to long bitch

what are u pre writing lyrics now . . . . wackness at its best

handle who . . your moms
she knocks on my door every night

cant knock my hussle bitch

askin u if she can have a bite
of that fat cheeseburger
that ya moms been chewin on for quite
a while now, she is loosin her smile
gettin consumed by the fat
there aint no turn back
tibo wont even work on that

i guess masterbater mc is a little puss and can come back
fagot mother fuckers like that should just step back
and feel the spray of my m-80s reaction cocked back

the m-8o might sway me
but the stomp of ya moms
will make me calm
its a 5.0 on the ericter
i'm jus gonna have to evict her

tibo . . that cant save your moms
she got to do fucking marathons and shit
she attacks the fat food group like a rabid dog
everytime your moms done shes huffin and puffin
like she got problems

im tired of talking about this corny shit
im all about this money shit
how can i afford your moms if she eats everything
running me out of house and home
i had to kick her ass out
but she would fit through the door

ya mom is like a snake she jus swallows
she like a volcano he stomach always is hollow

try jenny craig

yo i saw youor moms at the football game . . .
she was the blimp

as she walks in the market she like to beg
she spent all her money last week on eggs

better watch your back before my mac comes out
turns u out and shoots back out another round
falling to the ground . . . while your brain remains sound
until i end it by taking the gat and bust u in the back
brain ozzing out of your cerabelum
your crew sayin i tried to tell em

youve finally hit the bottom
no where to go but up
so don't jus sit on ya butt
get up get off ya ass

u one of those niggas who get a bowl cut in the kitchen
moms with the blade, mop top looking mother fucker
trying to be a gangsta...walking round wit your tags from forman mills still on
rocking your brothers air force ones
wearing hanes white tees that show veins

u corny bitch can come hard with something
u like mc hammer
aint never had nothin
coming with that weak shit
i make your sister give me a hard dick, between her lips
stroking it sick

uppinn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!11111

quit uppin this shit
ya whack rhymes aint gonna do dick
when i pull it click click click
right at ya no face havin