MarkusDied - The Business lyrics

[Verse 1] 'Sup cats, it's Proper You can always come and find me Straight spitting pure dope Down your throat, it's something slimy Saying "BLIMEY!" as I f** your mind with perfect rhyming timing The autopsy shows the intestines were coated grimy Soldiers signing treaties defeating the silver lining Got a bowel tract infection, cause you're talking out ya hiney How many bones you got? Not in your wallet, in your body I'mma take 'em out of your skin And you could call this my hobby You roam the globe as a b**h In this world of mortal men Keep coming back to diss me Then I beat your a** like "Here we go again!.." Tie this cat's shoes to his two back belt loops So he can kick his own a** and maybe I won't have to Cause when I attack you I smack your top Incisor tooth Out your mouth in a bad mood Eating canned food a bit rude I'll leave you in the street completely nude Watching me drive away like "f** you, dude!!" The Hip-Hop lately is making me go crazy These cats ain't got fire, spitting nursury rhymes And they can't say sh** when I'm breaking they spine f** the competition, only recited three lines I get upset by your disses that's a courtesy lie "...And hey man that verse sounded just like mine!" Biting all my words catchin' burglary fines Acting like a little kid committed the 'perfect-est' crime Making random incisions like it's some surgery blind Blind folded I'm the coldest, leave you frozen in time Man my flow is sublime, catching doses exploding Like Shadow Moses's mind, Metal Gear's on the grind Gold mine for a mind, that's always being mined yeah you know I provide Flows to those does that know, I'm buck wild, punk child, drunk smile k**ing emcee's and I'm starting a Junk Pile Leave your masterpiece in pieces like rough drafts Next time that we meet pay no mind as I walk past I give a bagel shop of f**s, with your face pressed to the gla** Couldn't even catch a free ride if you had a bus pa** Bust back, smash f*gs, catch a foot in they a** Show up last for the race, while I'm first in my cla** Always smoking the gra**, if you're choking then pa** But every time I'm getting high, I kick the murderous raps Leaving vertibrates snapped, laying pertinent tracks Say they looking for a fight, well I ain't looking for snacks I got streusels in stacks, spitting useless facts Calling me 'dawg' like they part of a Poodle Frat? Show up to your party, yeeeeah, and I diss you in a noodle hat But now I'm bound to leave, gotta get my sh** intact With my business exact, merkin' sewer rats Fourth word of the first line is where The Business is at, b*tch!