Mykki Blanco - YungRhymeAssa**in lyrics

[Intro] [Mykki Blanco] Roll call, motherf**er Heads out here is fronting n***as think they've seen it all, but I'm about to show 'em something Had a price on my head, but I knew them cats was bluffing, mang Let them haters hate coz most of them ain't come from nothing Bad n***a, bad b**h Blanco's on the run, sh**! Illuminati Prince, Einsteining on these dumb sh**s Come quick, come hither Damn these b**hes looking bitter Motherf**er, recognize you're dealing with a silent k**er Feel her on the stage Bottled all my rage n***a wrote it on a page Spit it, n***a Spill it, sage You motherf**ing babies, it's time to act your age And don't be surprised, boys, when I'm sitting center stage Coz naturally disturbed, I'm f**ing with you herbs I'm f**ing what you heard But I ain't f**ing with no birds Motherf**a what's the word is? Blah blah blah blah Blanco Loose at the mouth b**h n***as gone retardo He got the mark of the beast on his forehead These rap n***as napping on me, yo, like they was dopeheads But let these n***as nap, this sh**'s finna be a wrap I'm creeping while they sleepin' The last Mohican Diagnose my steelo? A little too much ego Mindf** a b**h, they call my dick Magneto C'mon bluh, what's a hater to the blessed? What's keeping a young n***a from reaching for the best? Coz I'm a mercenary, break bread with nobody If my rhymes was a gun, you'd be some dead somebodies I'm in the pa**enger of the purple Maserati This hottie said, "Shorty, coz the honeys count the moneys" You need some surgery? Why you looking so funny? Oh a b**h was on the come-up, while you was playing dummy Well now she talking sh** like your a**hole - runny Signing contracts with carrots, pink fur - it's Babs Bunny Now tell me, what other b**h is vibin' this cool? What other b**h got hood n***as saying, "She rules?" Now let me pay these girls with my black card Look, you f**ing retard, Blanco's got a new beast for her scrapyard Gag like a magpie Coo like a pigeon I'm a perm in too long You're begging and you're wishing for forgiveness Now witness the beginning of the end Inhale that hydro, my friend And if this n***a wasn't mixxy, n***a could be big like Biggie Funny that you say that, Billy, coz this lyricist is k**ing Any hip-hop head that's willing to stand up, bow down They call themselves rappers, [] but all I see is clowns Circusing the streets, ringmaster of the beat n***as sell they soul, but hell, a n***a's gotta eat Most of these b**hes hating, now they wanna kiss my feet But let me finish my words before I even have to speak See, you try to come for me, hey, but now you live for me I revel in the infamy, but you just joined my infantry Le Blanca, the Don Diva Donna We head for the hills coz this n***a brings the trauma Yo! Why bother, poppa? The end here is imminent You will only benefit from bowing down, you must submit I settle every score Blast you with my MegaForce Tease you like a matador I know y'all wasn't ready for Young Castro, the Blanco rhyme sniper My word is the bullet Bullet hits you, I'm a Viper Rah! Ima behead you Stub to me, I'll dead you Well, I ain't get the memo and your a** ain't on the schedule Hey, you ate the laced shrooms And it's a bad trip Hallucinating dipsh**s, lock em in my loony bin Y'all n***as k** me tryna steal my shine You hoes is on at 6 o'clock and I'm the prime time Dirt slinging this grime coz the b**h is grimy The bomb is ticking and your a** got bad timing Yo, play with those Barbies, rock them old Queen B looks Them b**hes building blocks and Mykki Blanco is a textbook First lesson, little one, question not The red-boned fembots blowing up spots The caramel cosmonaut boom straight shot Yo, she Judy Jetson kid, who you f**ing messing with? Mykki Blanco is the head honcho Get hitmen and kings and a**a**ins in the Congo b**h you better think before you throw that shade I put that p**y up for sale - black market slave trade I'm sorry that I had to put y'all through this But you have to understand that I'm so damn ruthless Shopping in my fangs and you're bum-b**h toothless I'm Imelda Marcos and you're broke-a** shoeless Crown myself the king, scratch it off my to-do list "As if!"-ing all you b**hes coz you're so damn Clueless In this life, honey, you either got it or you don't Take from me my title - never that - no you won't Well I'm a catwalk, kid, and you're a lookbook Well I'm an earthquake, got all these sheeps shook Hair done, nails done, the Blanco so clean Ass fat, throw it back, damn that b**h is mean Raising hell on the scene, yes my words do sting Excuse me while I puff then lean Rage against the machine, rage against the machine Rage a- Rage against the machine Rage against the machine! [Outro]