Nalyd - August Cunts lyrics

Lately I've been feeling like a dunce All these c*nts [Verse 1] Put these mothaf**as in a box and I send em away Put em in a gray 'llac and pop the trunk And throw em in the back, jack; ha, dig em a grave Put a brick inside that Xerox when I print up a page Moving keys I can relate, cause I live in the cage I throw up the A, I take em to school, I give them a grade An Eazy-E for effort, that's WWA White with an attitude, alphabet soup is on my plate All I got is Z's they sleeping on me, I can't get em awake I spoon feed em a sound in a room full of deceivers and clowns Who believe in making it rain cause all they see is the clouds And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a potato With a bunch of meatheads like f** it, I'll just feed 'em a cow Plenty of white boys to pick from this year But before you pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic but what it's like To pick a fight with me is like putting Nikes on a cheetah Better speed up, or at least in my case Adidas I'm out this b**h, drinking Coke by the two-liter [Verse 2] I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticking I caught him slipping, I gotta give him a shot I hit him with proper spitting, hottest writtens and compositions So competition's a contradiction somebody mention they got a Crooked Highly fiction we probably different, got Gotti henchmen Opposition, I'll body quick as Bugatti engines I'm on a mission to get richer, the sickest lyric-kicker Digging a ditch for different spitters Weak lyricists get disfigured Sip liquor, spit like a sick mixture Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big picture The poster, I'll roast ya My mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is close to a holster It's over, control my whole coastal region Like I'm supposed to, flow is going postal even Open season, heart close to freezing Ruthless as Eazy n***a, approach, I'm squeezing believe me Dopest Westcoaster breathing so most ya hope I'm vegan Wussat [Verse 3] Ayo, lyrical miracle, spiritual individual, criminal Subliminal, in your swimming pool You're about to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least three swords A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boards A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask what the squeegee's for Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these horns And as for me you ask when I'm gone, will he be mourned ..is puke luke warm, should Casey Anthony do p**n Can that chick fit a new born dead baby inside a fricking shoebox With a shoehorn Smothered in chloroform so she can go get her groove on Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus Yeah I might need those Adidas actually Nalyd is a God God spelled backwards is Dog I'm a sick pup I'd be a horrible magicial cause I'd f** that trick up [Verse 4] It's only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord Warlord of rap that'll bash you with a 2 by 4 board And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4 door Ford But I'm more towards droppin an acappella that'll chop a fella To Mozzarella, worse than a helicopter propeller Got you locked in the cellar with your skeleton showing Developing anorexia while I'm standing next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to d**h With an IV in your veins feeding you liquid darvicet Pumping you full of d**, pull the plugs On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven To receiving with the a**es ripped out of they pants and given sh** sh** guys I can't August c*nts Ooh scary