Metaphaurus Raps - 48 Bar Acapella lyrics

Save your pen ink for your autopsy report This is karate with swords I'm not sloppy in form Yo I'm piling the floor with dyin bodies of all You s**a wack emcees I can't stop bothering the morgue The way I flow I rip tidals matter fact RIP Tidal Lately Jay's had too many Z's he's been idle He once was an idol I'd write watchin the throne But now I'm watchin the throne You might stop him with clones I'm second to none, but you? You second to none I'll give your dentist some fun right after dentin your front Told you not to f** wit me the soju brought the drunk in me The go-to for the dumb mc's who won't do more than touch the keys Stuck in the comments section of YouTube instrumentals I'm Cthulhu with a pencil and I bruise who missed the memo My brain is a train wreck and I got some loco motives Dare to go toe to toe with the shogun poet who wrote this? I'm the type of dude to wipe your blood on your Jordan's Think you shine? You don't see sun like abortions I stay droppin' nasty bars, you droppin' bars of soap My heart is broke. Karma won't stop him. Guard the pope Flowing like holy water, Christ, I need a God dam And I need a god damn to give you geeks who got raps Don't like sports? Hope you're good at catching fades That's a play, you basket case. I'll make your grave a basket case And have a picnic with your mother. "what's in this sh**? I wonder..." The stench begins to bug her. The piss 'n sh**'s all smothered Make her make a sandwich. "This steak it tastes all rancid" "Wait, that ain't a sandwich" Now she ain't gon raise a grandkid I need a barcode for the bars I wrote. This is bar code. Go start your own Word to Task1ne and Drake. It's an art form spittin' bars of ghosts!? FOH. Hell awaits any fake to test my weight Disintegrate the best of greats and all I needs a pen and pape! I ain't sainting. I'm satan. Metaphaurus the mason You pray you're goin to heaven? Don't make me adjust your placement Only dogs you gon chill wit is Cerberus in his kennel Not a bad egg. I'm deviled I'm settled where the dead fill Guardin' hell like Anubis. Takin' souls like, "A new b**h!" Rockin' a chain made out of silver that I took from Judas World in the palm of my left while the right is raisin' hell Dad's a priest, but he raised hell. My grapes of wrath, your raisin hell Call me Lucypher. You die first as soon as I heard your suicide verse Make the noose tighter. I'm doin' my worst, so sue if I hurt Your feelings. Send more written hate. I'll use 'em up for sh**tin' At your buildin' I'm door kickin', b**h, not even God forbid this My pastor dad was spat at and attacked with smack and branded bad "You can't say that", he'd reprimand to man the fam from acts of man But I'm back in black with smacks in raps. Attackin' back with wrath from dad I pack my gat with raps n wrath Ill clack the gat and brrrat go blam