Shit Off The Chest

by **MC Anonymous** » Aug 28th, '09, 21:29

It's time that I adress, the shit that's on my chest
rippin at your clefts with the best spittin yet
It's come to my attention, spittin dectection
you get in my way you'll be ripped in directions
I don't give a fuck, beef shit, weak shit
come to me when you can start a flow and you can keep it
with concrete shit, otherwise step back
hood rat, good that I got the patience for this dude's wack
Now more bitches want to doubt the microphone phantom
see me when I'm spittin with the hypertone anthem
hand them a copy of complexicon with magnums
to they chest plate and say, you better understand it
ask on the planet, what the fuck the street is like
ask them when the see the light, do they feel the heat inside
please reside the answer after you get cancer from standin
on the streets of illness villans with hannah montana hangin

I'm coming, I'm coming, you better start runnin
the letters start gunnin, leave you stunned then I will run in
and blast it, bathe in the blood of your infant
then send, my liquidated kids in your intestines
Cause' I've had enough, tough lyricist with duff
le bags of hillary clits in spreadin color like brush
period, you idiots, return of litterate lyricist
break pelvic bones with serious thrust when I'm spearing it
jerk off with the hand of satan, tell him to taste it
got encasements on basements, rap couldn't take it
I'm underground before underground was under the ground
don't be wondering how, I'm in your slumber right now
I know your number with sound, go and cumber with rounds
I will come back, attack, retract with thunderous pounds
A sixteen is nothing compared to what I'm capable of
I'll staple this up, with cain I'm more able then sluts