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!