BS-Calrissian - Genius Users Cypher #5 lyrics

[Verse 1:mechagarfield22] They wan diss even if they diss missed but I won't dismiss Boy got room on my schedule, like I was on Love it or List it My back towards em, lookout for when they pull stuff Exposed these sheeple, got they wool cut Raised the bar like I ain't know how to do pull ups The red liquid at the 0 and they wonderin if I is cold I'm sick, got em sick, bottle of Tums and pour a cup of the Bismol I'm sick, got em sick, get me to stop but that ain't graphite in my pencil You babble and act stupid, next to your ear the mula They rap like they just shot a glance at Medusa It's Mechagodzilla, shells on my fingertips Try playin wit me, spend on a Bandai action figures then Ah, put these s**ers down, new lyrics, new spirits Yeah your rims are fine, but who steer it? It hurts when you try to handle it, like you ripped of the back of Anguiris Try to look rich and a dollar store owner realize he don't have his gold chains Y'all just try to make it look like you got more material on you than John Coletrain Eharmony to yall is sk** to me, no matches Y'all in the wrong place like an Athiest handling a collection basket Just poured fuel on the pavement and lit the tip of my matchstick End [Verse 2:ImaCringeWorthySlimBrady ] Y'all can't see me I'm fogging up eyegla**es f** an eye test I rather rewind the flickering of your eyelashes
Foreshadowing, I'm backtracking to where the magic happened I'm Walt Disney with a top hat pulling out rabies infected rabbits Call this 24/6, but there's no seventh day access The day I created still needs much needed a**ets The key is patience for my patients for this malpractice Ugh, You ain't putting s**ers down You more like a s** up, you the worst of both worlds Bozo the clown Word around town is you ain't saying sh**, after this verse where you at now? That's rights, nowhere to be found call this a s**er free countdown I'm blowing a f**ing ounce, you can smell that the air is free flowing loud You won't ever be able to do pulls up cuz I hold this b**h down I'm the one that stands out but I'm lounging at a table so round Meaning my head is superglued to the f**ing crown Nothing on this earth can stop me unless I'm six feet under this earth beneath the ground And you can't match up pound for pound Chances you have against me are remote, thats mute bu*ton, no sound Ugh, i insist on incest cause I'm such a motherf**er Y'all just cla**ified as pacifiers, nothing but f**ing s**ers By the way you should really practice what you preach Know when your thought process channels evil plots before you speak Sometimes there's chemical imbalances for us to always seek Even though very bleak We all still have urges cause we're human and anxiousness reaches its peak
What lingers is clouded imagery with the potential to be soul s**ing It's like a bunch of fetishes that come together and start f**ing Always redeem this malfunction I'm always in control of this panic room aka the demon under your mattress
Make us watch a funeral staring at your open casket When I decide to pull you towards this hell on earth and fry you on its axis
And pull a fast one on you by taking your life before a director says action
Get it abducted faster then a paparazzi member's camera when it flashes I stay in the lead and you're like sipping a liter of lean, slower then mola**es I drop bombs b**h and you're barely armed with Tim Tebow pa**es These are lyrical drones, the war on terror to other rappers is so tragic On top of it all is where I end up on a every year average You're just scared sh**less from a paranoid sickness, Ima modern day Black Sabbath With a mercenary mentality that's consisted with gunslinging tactics I do it bigger then a muscle head who's a performing enhancer addict This rap sh** I got it wrapped up like basket weave fabric Trust me when it comes to her head it's fantastic She's a f**ing brain teasing fanatic (Don't get me started cause you'll be finished) [Verse 3: Automic] My lyrics swarm you like invisible goons Stripped and abused never question if it's fiction or true Enemies sink in mud as they're slithering through Picture their doom with each syllable I spit in the booth I'll never be sorry for what I'm driven to do you f**ing do Gooders boo me until you sit in your room And as you look in the mirror your insecurities' true Coz the man you sees me, not what your similar to Rap genius, I stab genies till they Grant me three wishes in obedience I think quickly then I sink whiskey Only one answer hits me and well, it is easy One, two, three bullets for you One in each knee till you cry for the end That's one bullet left you want it right in your head But see it's three days til you bleed out or die from the lead So I leave the last for you to pick up instead Attempt to physically inject it into your head Pressing it in I know you wish you were dead Exit the room as I picture the rest [Verse 4: creepinbehindyou] Pull up in my new car Ya'll done took it too far Put these rappers in a jar Put it on my shelf 0nly worried bout myself You lookin like an elf My house so big it done fell through the ground Wait a minute now i'm takin you down I don't see no more fake rappers around See me on my James Bond rappin Gambino influenced everything i be tappin Don't wanna see me around you Don't care about you Ain't listenin to you Just give me a minute They told me i couldn't do it but I came up in KC See my raps be on high seas Deep sea Find me I'm lost Find me… [Verse 5: PgBack] This is me, beat or acapella Witness this spectacular vernacular A dracula mixed with tarantula flatulence In a spatula within a hat full of black mula A rap k**er with a Mac Miller, Macklemore and Meek Mill sk** f** trap dab filler that's crap litter I'm a take it back to the imac in time lapse You can mime the fake sh** rap, or get attacked by a sly cat Catalayst, Catch a hit then rhyme back and fry wax Over and Out