BVA - Much too much lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Fliptrix] My styles straight, miraculous, treat me like a Dracula Don't try and call me blud, I'll bite your throat and spit it back at ya Spit vernacular crack at ya Crush your motherf**ing planet like my boy Galactus does Most MCs are wack and it's a fact that they're actors cuz Make a back catalog without a single cla**ic bruv Owl's got you backing up, bangers straight stacking up Big Daddy Owl like a pimp when I'm rapping Bruv Hip hop's my b**h, you better watch how you handle her Mistreat my woman I'll track you down like she's pamela Trample you like a mammoth with maddest amounts of stamina Standing behind a van with a hammer about to damage ya Causing a f**ing ma**acre, shanking you with an antler Let you cry for help while Deformed Wing amples ya Bang out the baddest beat, then repeat it while we're stamping ya Let your corpse rot before i feed it to tarantulas I'm on some nightmare sh**, what I say is too much I don't give a sh** (x4) [Verse 2: Leaf Dog] I pull your spine out your mouth and stab you with it While chatting your bird up at the std clinic Dump you in the pacific until they fish it And drag you out the net like your album when they miss it Get your sister to kiss dicks, stealing mad sh** SO she can buy me chains till i look just like Slick Rick Pummeling her pink pit, painting her walls like a big marker ink tip Shut up s*ut, eat dick That's it, as I'm feeding her my pearls, Got so many lines, they could reach around three worlds All I leave is raspberry swirls and barely walking girls I pull my beast out and your slump just hurls like blargh All over the shop, she calls me Doctor Got the fake gynecologist look unlock you You must've forgot she plays piggy in the middle No riddle, she be fiending for the nuts like a squirrel s*ut, I'm on some wet clown sh**, what I say is too much I don't give a sh** I'm on some puppy nose tip, what I say is too much I don't give a sh** I'm on some wet oyster sh**, what I'm saying's too much I don't give a sh** [Verse 3: BVA] I take the piss and take the crown while I take it easy Any rappers standing nearby feel shook and wheezy There's a new part of the bible called the book of BVA Don't wash for a year and my sh** still ain't cheesy I'll hold it down like your house's foundations You'll get taken for a walk if you're found hating To any big ball rapper, I'm spitting castrations f** you up in one bar just cos I lack patience I chat sh** as long as the words fit and I'm rhyming Walk around head high, just like I run this island They're all cubic zirconia, but me I bring the diamonds Quartz crystals in my mind so I never slip on timing I love a b**h, but everyday I s** my own dick My head's f**ing ma**ive but somehow it still won't fit And I won't stop until everybody hates me Cos I'm a f**ing prick but every single thing I make's deep Yo, I'm on some far out sh**, what I say is too much I don't give a sh** Break toilets when we drop our sh** Cos what I say is too much, I don't give a sh** I'm on some far out sh**, what I say is too much I don't give a sh** [Verse 4: Dirty Dike] The dirty freak, every single pervert has heard of me And any piece of skirt that serves herpes with burgermeat I tell a s*ut to shut up, and give her purse to me The worst you see a person on this earth to be absurd is me Certainly, I pay to f** a bird and give her dirty pee A pair of dirty knees and leave her scared of what she's learned to be Work for free? I'd rather grab a quack-pig and f** it's head Tug it's flesh, cuddle it and f** it till there's nothing left I'm the wa*ker with the clever gob, what? Plus I'm the twat who put a banger through your letter box I k**ed a cat just out of anger and I never stopped It's real as that, when we strangle for you head to pop Desperate not what I got the pick of the bunch Taking b**hes off the list while they're fixing their c*nts I'm literally blunt, and if this sh** isn't enough? I'll take a big swig from the piss in the cup I'm like yo I'm on some nightmare sh**, take a razor blade straight to your cli*oris I'm on some dikestar sh**, cos my name is not James it is triple six I'm on some owl's claw sh**, what I say is too much for you little pricks I'm on some syndicate sh**, Flock about, sitting in your living room pissed [Verse 5: Verb-T] Ay yo, I lost my brain, found a cotching place Up on top of graves, do a lot of dirt and I'm not ashamed Got a flame that I hold to em, learn b**hes Now my competition are nothing but burn victims Cut the lights out turn the cameras off You sense danger like swimming in the amazon While I climb a church spire and I dangle off Slamming shots, wa*king off with the hand of god While them fools sound Pampers soft That's why I trample on them Temper flairs, goddamn anger problem I'm Bruce Banner with a temper, I balance my agenda while embarra**ing contenders You x-factor try out, die now, painfully Aim, release, bulls-eye, you're off to meet your maker g I don't know what they make of me I'm self made, but that's funny, cos you could still make my tea