Pro the Leader - Harmonica lyrics

[Intro: Vulgar] Vulgar, Pro and Warcloud slam the hammer down [Pro the Leader] I'm very adamant in my opinion Your stagnated rhyming reminds me that you f**ers shouldn't even be living You ain't ready for the head-on demo-collision crashing I'm not just insane because I maniacally laugh Oh you think you're ill you're busting tongue-twisters I'll block your sidewinder musically master verbally mutilate gouge the beat Respect the real raw Maimr one graffiti With complete elite extensive usage of the vocabulary Eliminate any wack MCs stealing my concepts trying to be me With the ability to talk about anyone at any particular time Subliminally on the CD Now that's what you call versatility b**h You still get f**ed up if you scuff up my new kicks I produce 'White Beach Cruisers' on white walls it floats And I prefer not to get your blood on my brand new white coat White sneakers white undershirt I rule the underground Vivid descriptions of anger and horrified deeds of tragic danger the days are getting stranger The Pro's got more dark regions to explore While you pitiful peasants can't even evade those trap doors [Vulgar] Vulgar blesses your path with more raps than Vegas got craps But above all that I'll make you suffer from whiplash Like getting hit in the back by a car moving fast Now your time has pa**ed I'm part of the afterlife cast Living in two worlds, f**ing one world's dead girl Life surrounds my circle make mentals turn purple With putting immortal vocals and delivery like the postal Vulgarized schizo', I spit the anthrax in your mail f** making it rain I'll make it hail Bringing the major pain that dismantles your facial My image was reborn and I walked with a tagged toe 'Orange County' vandal with the click you can't handle Smashing you with noisemaking mechanical banjos And a d**h note on a piano, teleport with Count Drago Switching my identities from a schizo to a Vulgarized hammer flow Letting you know that the Hardcore Click runs the show [Holocaust] It's lounge act in an old cold dusty swamp house Creeping like a mouse I'll knock a champ out Cramping lamp in a damp house, I found a dead woman at the Vermilion River I took her home alone and washed her up We'll garbage truck you retarded f**s I paint and taint her with make up Bake and eat the cake up, teatime for ___ in a crummy place and taste suds Slow-dancing late at night swamp house off the ___ at night I eat cannibals and mechanically-stuffed animals yo Handle candles to blow When I leave the room deceive my doom, see the broom in the corner You goners are deep in need of tombs, Warcloud brimstone Holocaust Koala, kamala pubs, swallow scuds, yo stop, Galapagos Pop got a lot of ??? ??? and yo he drifts shifts gambles and shot the host ghost note Slaughtered daughters on Cajun Arabian waters to follow the logic