Marc Spector - DFUOB 7 (Don't Funk Up Our Beats Contest Entry) lyrics

I bring insanity, creating anarchy and blackness Spit catastrophes and paint a masterpiece of madness Magically fighting blasphemies, families die in tragedies Metaphysical metaphors ma**acring the ma**es Rhyming to my advantage; the definition of savage Damage and ravage bandits who manage to brandish cannons So write to test, I'll fight the rest and light the set, my mics the best I rhyme to bless and find a chest of cla**ic tapes by Psycho Les Psycho Les, psycho Psycho Les I'm a psycho with a nice flow and I might go fight your set Grab the rifle with the wide scope, I know rivals who don't like jokes But I got one you should hear, here it goes: your career Now past the fun and games; I hunt you lames, the gun'll spray I dump and aim, the front'll bang and make it sound like thunder damn Quick to spit the wickedest and wigs will split like licorice I'm sick with it, like fixing stripper poles in homes where kids will live (Finish him) Baraka with the chakras I'll stalk you, drop you slow-mo when I bring arms out like Goro Lock and pop you through your torso; watch you scream and shout like oh no Then I seen the cops; I lean and pa** the heater off to Joe Blow With a cold flow, I recite the type of hype you like to hear And strike the titans fighting over diamonds while I'm in the clear Pissing on competition like a fire hydrants near I'm the big dog; better recognize or wreck your life The rest'll die; spot them plotting, got them by the Leopard's eye Drop them then I shock them just to watch them die a second time That's the type of individual that I am Put Hades 6 feet under then I go wet up Poseidon Steal his trident, silence Zeus; I get violent, rhymes is proof All of Mount Olympus looking at the boy like I'm the truth I'm the truth