SYpher - Listerine Rap (56 Bars) lyrics

[SYpher] Ayo, I'm reppin' Canada Plus I got the stamina to damage ya' Flow is bananas and flashy like a camera I'll make it rain, dear, like I got a pair of antlers Sick of lame queers rapping like they can battle ya' When I'm the rhyming champ, fighting all you challengers You need to buy a lamp, shed some light on 'dem Pamelas Demar Derozens, high flying scavengers I'm savage and I'll ravage and I'll stab you with a spatula I'm packin' a Mac in the back of the Acura Don't got a Cadillac like Big Pun is on the track with ya' I'm hungry like Dracula, blood out the back of ya' Neck, on my tongue so I can wreck like the Jabbawoc- Keez on my chain, on my break like a janitor Haters ripped apart like Timberlake stripping Janet's bra Immature or amateur, Mr. Sinister attacking ya' Get a miniature minister to administer the cap in ya' Ass, get it in just like my last name Snatch chains from lame rappers that lack game You had fame but it's gone since I owned your manager He didn't live long, got thrown over the banister Home is where the pandas are, going extinct Blood flowing like how I handle bars; hole in the sink I'm hoping to drink every last ounce of blood That pours out his veins just like countless thugs Who died when they tried to rhyme against the SYpher Check this guy's eyes, can't tell if he's petrified or hyper I'm the SYpher, I spit that fire These little rappers here are full of sh** like diapers Ripping tires, end your victory lap Cause whatever you're gonna spit, it'll be wack So don't hit me with that, just give me a track And I'll spit it so fresh, call it Listerine Rap Whoever wants next is gonna be Mr. Bean rap Silence, nothing there like Mr. Clean's cap Violent, b**h rappers hit with bean bags Hydrants; what you'll need to take the scene back Cause when I come spit you are hit with a fire blast Try to ma**ively make rappers retire fast Cause they blow balls but get hailed like snow fall They rhyme like they dick with words that's so small Ha! That's what she said! Ya**in bleeds red And I'm like Jango Fett, yeah I need head Oh wait, he's dead? k**a Bee headed MC's can get it embedded when I set it Off and cough up the frost from Hoth You gonna spit? I call it off with a Molotov Lyrical Holocaust, your balls is lost Like Ray, K and Paul in Boston All accross and around the world You better call your boss when I pound your girl Cause you'll need a raise to come bet with me And we don't play in the West Indies I need to slay the best emcees They keep away from testing me You easily get wrecked and bleed So just ease the pain by respecting me, b**h!