[Intro:]
[Verse 1: JFKray]
Mic check, mic check one-two
Wondering if any my lines will get through
These clowns need to slow down how many rappers I had?
So cold there's a snow plough for when I'm around, Mad
I'm holding trident in my hand that's air sea and land
Nuclear forces shoot the endorphins to my brain that I demand
Insane that the pineal gland makes me picture hell
Gasoline fiends for paper so they never leave their shell
Sending these rappers to the depths of hell stealing their breath as well
Feeling the beat and healing with heat hash peeling and then inhale
These people are poor so no more can they afford the flavour
But I'm evil so it makes me hate to be their raw lord and saviour
Now this cat thinks he's running rap then that's the whole culture I destroy
Only difference at 14 I was a rapper not a choirboy
Now I love how your mind is my canvas the chief not to be found in Kansas
Cause I paint this picture in your head my possessions leave your face red
[Verse 2: CKoo]
Yo, it's been a long time since I last thought of a rhyme
But I just got a line, which morphed into my mind
And it all just aligned so now I'm off to freestyle
So, b**h, prepare your vagin-a cause I won't soften tonight
Watch me sip a wine, while you gos-sip all time
You might be a dime, but if you don't stop talking all night
I might co-mmit a crime and force it inside
Then I'll sleep, while you get some rest in a coffin tonight
[Verse 3: Bumpman]
f**ing pigs, I got some loose ends to fix
If the cops come they'll have me hanging from the crucifix
All these b**hes, they be looking for the pimp
But I be looking for the chick with diamond piercings on her p**y lips
Spent that check on a loud pack
Grabbed my gat and unload a clip where all the motherf**ing frats at
I don't give a f** who hit it first, my batting average in tact
These n***as claim they ballin' but they really getting syntaxed
Need debuggin'? All my raps is rugged
And yeah, I'm really f**ing b**hes like it's nuttin'
Leave these rappers like the Backwoods that I'm guttin'
There is nobody that I trust in
I can tell you fake 'cause the platinum on your neck is rustin'
Holy, Holy, can't nobody hold me
Do this sh** for mankind but I'm not Mick Foley
Pimpin' pens like I'm professional at bowlin'
I'm the master and the game need controllin'
Hack into the system like I'm Edward Snowden
So much money, you'd a thought it was stolen
Everything I write is golden
[Verse 4: gamemast15r]
I hate life, I'll rape Christ
With steak knives for eight nights
Tie his a** to the break lights
Then laugh at his a** while I ate rice
I worship Cthulu while I pray to the Desert Eagle
The worst part about this is I'm part of the lesser evil
But I'll still k** you and anyone else in a rhyming spree
I sold the soul of Jimmy Iovine, then hooked him up to the IV
The soul of MC Ricky D told me to stop lying
Stop crying, you know you ain't sh**
Cause if you a plantiff then "boom boom" I aced it
Don't say sh**, you dumb snitch; aftermath you won't f** wit'
I don't tuck sh**, I'm suicidal, I fling sh** out in public
This verse s**s as much as your girl does, she's a succubus
This beat makes me wanna smack my face into a guard rail
Part Mechanical, part human, part angel, part hell
[Verse 5: ThaHipHopHead]
Someone call the priest, the beat's deceased
Soon as I step on it, bread I get, easy to see
I go ham with c-notes, everyone's like “really doe?”
Take a page from Gambino, are you really eatin' though?
I bring ruckus like King Kunta or a member of the Wu
It's December, woo! The season to dismember you
With one mic, I just might illuminate ya life
Still true enough to cypher, or get in a gunfight
The Caped Crusader k**ing these clowns, no remorse
I'll warp reality, end your career before you're even born
I just might f** around with a smile as I go to Hell
Holed up, well, ThaHipHopHead's out with a twelve
[Verse 6: Corduroy Crook]
5 minutes in and I'm already writing
6 seconds in it's already written
7 later I'm Los Angeles bound
G-going back back to the daily spliffin
I'm a hater man this a poor decision
Really doe kinda weird when it comes to spittin
I could switch flows with a different style or flavor
No dollar saver this is big change
Sound so deranged- with a flow like this
Rap genius no wonder why he so insane
Can't slow the pain – with a knife like this
I need masters show you that I'm off the chain
This is record breaking
This been renegaded
This the best verse I can tell you hate it
Twelve four one six it's forever dated
And I showed you with a quick demonstration
How effortless I can handle this
Six teen ain't nothing but a year to me
And how it's speedin up
Its like a month it seems (Wait)
Let me slow it down
Gotta pace myself
Running tracks put me in a brace once
So now I kick rhymes
And I don't ask for help
I dont give it either
I am not a teacher
Any lesson learned is coming from the hand
But I'm here to serve till my dying word
Times up pray your rain don't flood this earth
[Verse 7: BOYBETTAHKNOW]
If you ain't getting money why you always in the club then?
I'm So Appalled like Ye and Pusha was in twenty ten
And if you sneak dissing why you tryna be my friend?
You need to tell your girl to stop sliding in my DMs
I met her a week ago
And she really go down low
She gave me her number but I never ever ring it though
Flowing like I been a pro
Even though it's my first go
Heads all bout to turn like they was in a f**ing velodrome
I sip so much Red Bull and vodka I can barely speak
You try to diss me I'll put you in A and E for weeks
The doctor said “Man your chance of living is looking bleak
But BBK just stopped by to tell me your girl's a freak”
I'm 21 you Tyga
I got No Heart I'm cyber
I'm tryna have the best god damn verse in the whole cypher
I buy my girl designer
Exclusive furs from China
I k**ed the rap I k**ed the track where the f** is my lighter?
[Verse 8: Anglo Blaxon]
Walkin' in with a pocket of sin, Pac on my playlist
Partner is parked in the parking lot,handicapped, with a getaway Benz
Pistol in palm, picture the panic people havoc at the sight of a gun...
"Pardon me"
The more you scream; the more I go
I split your wig, like Moses' pole
If you ain't sh**, then I downvote
Hocus Pocus, that black magic, a bag full of acid tablets just disappeared if I'm spazzin'
It's f**ing tragic, an accident had to happen that night when the planets lined up, all planned by the Devil's madness
I prayed to God for an answer, he responded back with lightning contact, imagine me: a tyke in pampers possessed by the soul of Marshal Matthers...
Walkin in! Pockets full of Bens! For the City riiight?
I just bought! New Mercedes Bens! For my n***a riiiight?
I'm way too good for my own own good!
On top of the game and there I stood!
You plan on dissin me?
I WISH A MOTHAfu*kA WOULD!
[Verse 9: OGASAPTRAPLORD]
Spittin' crack ya i'm freebasing
I'm illuminated like a freemason
Took off the mask now they scream Jason
Opposed to me you flee nations
Look at me and you get stuck waiting
Breathe in we agree with satan
Breathe out you cremated
All of your raps sound predated
Entice em and grin, ahead of my kin
You swim with the fishes I embellished the fin
I meddle with devils i developed to win
The one that likes to sin
The light looks bright well i'm making it dim
When i walk in they say oh that's him
Smacks your b**h on a whim
The dude that always can
Wishing you could I wish a motherf**er would!