Efemjay - Full Blown AIDS lyrics

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Efemjay - Full Blown AIDS lyrics

[Verse 1] You'll get eviscerated and emasculated When you step to me to battle with the sh** you masticated From the radio, as a rapper you have masqueraded For too long, my new song, is deadly like the Bubon- -ic plague; it's called Full Blown AIDS I'm swinging for the jugular with microphone blades You can parry and feint, the libertarian saint But I'm a slice you from your red neck to your Aryan taint Humanitarian ain't, how historians will Describe the way I sliced you with Praetorian sk** You're like Midori in ill, Jill Kelly productions You take it up the a** and on my dick, there's suction The rhyme construction's, your mom's seduction I grab the mic and need no f**ing introduction So give it up; you're just a wack failure I'm unf**witable like the p**y of the Black Dahlia [Bridge] I'm on some full blown AIDS sh** You can't fade this Cause it's way sick You b**h-made trick [Verse 2] I fades 'em all like an indiscriminate stylist Don't give a f** like an end-is-imminent nihilist You wanna step to me, then you better be Of the illest rhyme pedigree, if not then you should let it be I set it free, what? my style off the dome Like my name was Ed Truck when I'm on the microphone Always coming with the hard sh**, I think I need Ex Lax Got more rhymes than Sue Johanson has s** facts So testing me is clearly a mistake, I'm the flyest The only way I'll fail is if the test is culturally biased I'm the illest you ever saw Your whole style's a scam like subsidized ethanol I'm f'in all, rappers coming at me with my animal dong You're taking two in the a** like Annabel Chong Call me in the morning Consider this a warning I'm on some full-blown AIDS sh** I'm out to get paid, b**h! [Verse 3] The way I'm coming, yo, this has to be felt I keeps it tight like a chastity belt Your sh** is weak, son, I think that you better rest I'm f**ing all these wack kids like I'm a pederast Forget a vest, cause I'm aiming for your head piece Piss on the grave of your dead niece and said PEACE! I holds it down like date rape Since 1994, I've been making these great tapes But now it's '09 and your boy's out to make papes Rappers are in danger like sub-Saharan great apes! And I'm the big game hunter You don't exist to me, like a hall-of-fame punter You just made the same blunder I'm Zeus on the mic the way my lyrics rain thunder! You just got bested You better get the AIDS test, kid I'm on some full-blown AIDS sh** 2009 is the year I get made rich!