F.O - NATURAL $ELECTION lyrics

VERSE 1 (FO$$) We don't need another reply to commit a**ault Crime scene, Blood Splattered, Asphalt 'Bout to shake things up, San Andreas Fault Neck long as f**, Olympic pole vault (b**h) Your rhymes is plain, default (yeah) Beats on lock, Sumo opened up the vault (Yeah) Time to stop, traffic cop, just halt Talking' closets, time for you to come out Tyson in his prime, b**h, knock you out (b**h) Your girl cheat, ain't no doubt Canada Day, she took a different route. (SEX ON MY DICK) Chris so sad, gonna go pout Stealing those beats, real sell out (YANDERS su*kS) My right hook, end this bout (Bye) Chop that body up, dump it in sprout (Murder) VERSE 2 (BIG SUMO) Chris goes to UVIC, hitting up the highschoolers They don't want the dude's dick, me I am the wise ruler Sipping on a wine cooler, content with my future You is in school for business, but I think I'm getting by sooner You was just a thigh tumor, place you next to ball sweat (Ball Sweat) But the ball sweat, at least hot I got, the dry the humour Your best joke was your career, I think it should've died sooner. (b**h) I don't claim blood, because I'm white, Period You be claiming blood, because you a p**y, periods I could rule the world just put my eyes upon the pyramid (illuminati) Thinking you can actually rhyme, there's no way that you're serious Cause, if you are, Hit the Psych Ward, you're f**ing delirious My sh** is satellite radio, xm, Sirius Overtime I hear you rhyme that sh** makes me so furious Gonna deport you off soundcloud like you was a f**in' Syrian VERSE 3 (BIG SUMO) I can rap like Chris, Pause Like this, Pause (f** Christopher) f** that sh**, You's a b**h (b**h) Step to the plate and you won't get a hit Dead in your grave in the dirt, with my spit Suicide, time for you to commit (off the cliff) Did I win the battle? Well you'd have to admit Your rhymes are a joke, but they ain't a skit, (x2) (b**h) Canada day, 2016, does that ring a bell? Business school degree on daddy's cheque I f**in wish you well Said I'm the son of Satan, I'll burn you deep in hell (Satan) Put away the fake supreme, and cop yourself some hair gel (Fake Supreme!) Was that above your head? Weird, cause your neck's so long Crayon, neck a**, guarantee ya throat game strong But, if that's the case then why you flow so wrong? So just play along, before I put you & that b**h Yanders, back where you belong In the discount aisle at the thrift store Yander's girlfriend is a dirty little b**h who*e (Just kidding she's actually kind of nice) Just Kidding (I agree) But his arms like noodles Think its time to bench more This wasn't even a diss, this is how I end war OUTRO (UNKOWN ARTIST) (inaudible excitement) GANG GANG, GANG GANG CEDAR GANG MOTHAfu*kA ND GO ISLANDERS fu*k A UVIC, fu*k A MOTHAfu*kIN, CHRIS ILYN ASS b*tch LONG NECK, FAKE SUPREME WEARIN, (INAUDIBLE ROASTS)