Boogey - I k**ed 'em (Rigor Mortis) lyrics

[Verse 1] Fellowship of the ring and they asking for who the lord is Vigo Mortensen Leaving 'em in the morgue in rigor mortis With a gorgeous smile Fighting Goliath, such an enormous size I k** him with secret weapons hidden in my recorded files Parts disorganised In every Organ iced Left in the corner before the coroner arrives You never seen a sorer sight Brought a brontosaurus to a tyrannosaurus fight? You gangsters stuck in tweet jail for starting a war on skype? Bunch of thugs on the internet Lacking the Intellect But they need it to be the leaders I need 'em to be deleted from rapping entirely Just pack and retire b I attack with fire you see the ash in the sky And they be the last of a dying breed I'm blasting high as weed Kush for the celebration of youth and its elevation I'm pushing the generation and boosting the energy If you hearing me you feeling terribly For the rappers imma k** and you probably gonna shed a tear and grieve I'm achilles and hercules sipping the blood of heracles Hearing these cries for help Where's your league you Micheal Phelps n***a like yourself wishing you had a couple of tyson belts Know i'm the harder mike i done murder a lot of mics I'm megamind wishing my head was made in a larger size Skull is leaking while i'm speaking So they call a priest to haul the demons From my head to my dick hoping that they dissolve in semen I'm paul before damascus that's saul to other rappers If the priest fails imma advice you to call a pastor But eff you and eff your religious extremism And your mentality closed as your reasoning left in prison I'm open minded and searching for answers I have to find You pa**ing time k**ing hiphop? Then i've got an axe to grind [Interlude] Hip hop they k**ing it [Verse 2] Leave you stiff as a statue i know you wish i don't catch you I'm f**ing swift imma pa** you, attack you For sleeping on me, a bunch of n***as in castles Tasty dish imma have you for lunch If you slow rappers is any quicker you fast food Cannibal lectures from hannibal lecter I remove your limbs from them hinges and sockets a mechanical expert Bought the talent with gold i stole from a leprechaun Mama told me give it back i hope you know that i kept it mom I'm a decepticon blowing up before they detect the bomb I detonate a second on the minute the detective comes [Interlude] Brain I k**ed 'em [Verse 3] I'm jason without the mask I'm taking 'em out they're trash I'm dangerous to the people my place is in alcatraz I'm an alien saucer from space that's about to crash I'm the stack of hay you set ablaze in a house of wax Verses leaving your favourite rapper stuck in rigor motis But listeners don't listen they only f**ing with the chorus Boogey be rapping like he wrote his stuff with a thesaurus They spitting with autotune so they s** at their performance All these dudes rapping with that autotoune wacker Than that nollywood actor's recorded tune smash hit Smash it to pieces on the set of a van vicker film No dissing but the art of music demands sicker sk** Do this around the clock and the second hand ticking till I'm dead and gone Eliminating the wannabes till all is said and done Anybody who becoming to battle a monster with a baretta gun Better know that i'm atomic and ticking to blow so they better run Chasing 'em into a place if it's darker than space i'm erasing the trace Of a n***a disgracing the rap on a track If he wacker than all of 'em actors who rapping the crap out of sh** that we practice I'm laughing my a** off Attacking the last of the living and getting my nasa on and blasting off (Cut)