Uncle Fester - Hocus (f**ing) Pocus, b**h lyrics

[Produced by: Old Stalker Sullivan] [Verse] This is verbal a**a**ination, emancipation of word The smart motherf**ers never follow the herd Dumb voices was all that you heard before me Let me refine and redesign the CV of an MC Verbally attacking these cats with no backbone Holding the world on my shoulders till my backbone broke This tsunami flow rapping, will you float or choke? Will you swim or dip, there's no motherf**ing boat I never capsize but i got the cap's eyes And i see the debris of MC's in my mind k**ing these f**ing beats till they bleed my enzymes You admirers, prior to Myers i put the mic What i look like, is what you get That motherf**ing ugly cover is actually accurate This is me on my randy savage sh** Attacking these rappers bad as a radically disastrous acid trip Ill, quick witted, sinister spitting cannibal Cause i eat more MC's, than Texans are dropping n-bombs I'm atomic, and ready to go off, tick-tock I'm like a gun half-co*ked, unexpected (blaugh) Rated r, for radical tactical mad flows Pack a punch, heater, Henney, ready for any a**hole And a bag of weed to feed l's like Castro Who says you need a cash flow to make a cash flow? I got motherf**ing ill intent but i mean well I'll leave a dent like three males in a female I'm real intense like hell in a heat spell In fact, if you f** with me i guarantee you'll see hell Disrespect my flow and you'll see shells I'm like what you see on 3 e's, i'm too real I'm 3D to your 2D, high detail I'm a vinyl to your CD, on retail He sells weed bales on the sea shore Hit a b**h like 3 l's, she begging for more This some sh** you'll retell for sure Not Horrorcore but i got a horrible core Autobot with a Decepticon artist flow My lyrics cleansing the game, just like a bar of soap Any opponents probably tripping of a bar of dope Fans tripping of a dope bar, that i f**ing wrote