Metaphaurus Raps - Born Hater - Epik High (Metaphaurus Raps Remix) lyrics

Hottest of the three to come out my mother womb Never ever number two. Your rap style sounds like somebody that's goin' number two Rap demon cursed to walk the earth that I was summoned to Pastor's son is cussin'. Ooooh! I got curse words engraved inside of my f**in' tooth! Damn, you don't like that? Like that, I'll make wise cracks Step on those, you'll break my back Try to rock me? Don't mind that I don't see you. Make blind raps? Style is ugly need blind wraps Very hot sh**. Rewind that Think you shine? Dude, you shine black How you likin' them apples? No tampons. Need an iPad? In my battles, smoke dudes like camel. f** it. Call it Iraq You must be Sterling cause your sound ain't my stereo's type Ain't as sharp like a dough knife Makin' cuts I got no knife Game over, you no life I've seen sh**. I know life Watch. You step to me, I'll clock you in no time Catchin' cold feet? You're better off wearin' knee socks You must be TDE, “The Dumbest Emcee” b*atch Emcee's begone. Climbin' to the top? you'll just drop like King Kong Wack rappers? I'll leave a hole in one. Tee off Peasants in my kingdom k**in' in the booth like John Wilkes did Lincoln Ey, I'm talkin' Klingon on this planet I don't belong k**in' all you rappers before I leave. Come to see off ‘bout to break bad. Flow is disgusting Better pray that I don't blow. Hear the dings? Call me Mr. White. You ain't a reservoir, dawg More like Antarctic Ocean cause you temperature drop You touchin' this? need oven mitts This sh** is capital punishment I'm cuttin' short your bucket list. You made it on my buckin' list You pale in comparison Always movin' forward flyin' solo. Call me Harrison Never one to bow. Back is arched. Call it arrogance This sh** is pretty good, but don't call me a samaritan Addict to this rap sh**. Better save me from this h**n Body's cold & full of caps. Your name is Winter Soldier Except that I'm the one that's givin' you the cold shoulder Frozen with the raps. Bein' cold never bothered me That's why I let it go when it comes to you & mockery Boy, you need to go to school. We're leavin' home. Hold on I'll cue you in. You & hip-hop? That's an Oxymoron My alias is Lucypher. I'll make it rain in hell I can tell by the way you write that you don't label well I'm not under any labels, but got better chance than you rappers Acid on these raps Better book. Start a new chapter Don't rap. Bad influence to the young like Marilyn Manson Zilla's comin' back. Where's the God? You're starin' at him f** religion. I'll eat bacon even if you all are kosher Got Ham? I'm a bad man & a joker Sober? Nah. Overdoser. Makin' bread. Not a loafer Think you rock? Nah, I'm bolder Got three strikes. You ain't a bowler With the maggots you gon' snuggle Burnin' you then snort the rubble Crack heads open with a shovel Style's so dope I need a duffel It's a drug that you could smuggle Not as good as where it come from Raps are bullets to my stungun Shockin' people findin' someone To plunge them out of this crap-hop Need more rappers stuck with mascots Don't steal weed, but this the jackpot Pose a threat in all your snapshots Play time's over. Out the sandbox!