not this mafucka again
 

AIYYO,


i'm spreadin illness like cancer
faster than a crossover by an answer
y'all wack like puff daddy dancers
call me mc decipher, i spit words faster than a hyper fashion
bashin into mc's cuttin em up when we clashin
you rhyme in a fucked up design, my thoughts intertwine
biatch i'm so fine
while you engagin in masterbation
sho nuff i pop up in your hoes conversation
i'm so ill i'm sicker than a leukimia patient
so witty brighter than graphics of playstation
watch me mix in like alcohol chasin
THE FUCK YOU THINKIN?
i got more beef than cattle veal
i reveal your concealed style, you cheap like Holyfield
you suck like cigarette butts, i low blow
plus i'm the one pumpin thru your fams stereo
i send shockwaves thru every syllable
unkillable, untouchable,uncrushable
i got flows comin outta all orphases
your style's bullshit like Nelly's is
repeative like choruses
i send flem slugs at your temple (khhhhit)
the shit's real simple, i criplle mcs and riplle thru industries
you too semsitive like female nipples
i keep this rhyme scheme tight like some bitches from Essex
even in you dreams i'm the last mafucka you mess with
yo, Narcicyst sunn,change the game like killers dunn, crushin mcs by the bundle
i'm so fed up i kill you and force your girl to lick my grundle (eww)
on the real i'm humble, before you test check the syllabus
i'm serious
i'm sicker than a faggot diagnoused with syphillus
kinda dangerous
Pat Bateman the lyrical devanity
put down that mic i'm positive you aint as ill as me
you mcs is out for the money cash actin stranger than funny
dash that ass decapitate you bastards
i'm the master
world renowned, connectin pronouns
plus killin every mc at the showdown
this style is ludicrous lyrical individual
spit it at mc that suck that your bitch on my genitals
i'm always tellin you, i'm the baddest arabian bastard
i'm so obese into Clay just call me Cashus
twistin your nerves at the wrong axis
blastin at the masses, crooked nose and teeth givin honeys hot flashes
grabbin mcs at they classes and stickin em for the assets
i'm like lashes to Micheal Pace asses
lyrically no ones even near me
some are so shook they piss they pants when they hear me
if you spit once or twice yearly, then you depated like dearly
tell you to suck my ass kiss my dick sincerely
signed Narcicyst i'll make you famous
i'm so ill i make Ray Allen's game look gameless....

I start a lot beef with lots of guns and lots of clips
Fuck the head, I'm aimin right for your esophagus...Vinnie Paz