I don't give a damn, neither about a fuckin land
that this native came to plant, in a jungle fell-an landed
Neither have I seen, a red native lookin thing
or a soul inbetween, he musta fell from the branches
Talking wreckless, instead of confessions to peasants he made
so he musta got text and techs mistaked
Got wordplayed, my blade great for caught slayed hate
rot for days, once I'm done smacking you're tribal leader to grave
Yaid, cause the Yah-hah is on you, I mean you got played
Take that bow and arrow out of you're decayed brainwave
and listen to yourself before you get clayed, braindead
cause this artist, livest to aim dead red, infared
I'm taking back that ego boost that I gave you before
only reason that post was pleading, is cause you needed a plaud
puttin my name in your sig, like you natives did anything
besides getting your asswhipped, land stripped in a blink
of an eye, fuck you're pride, motherfucker this is 010
tell you're cannibalistic friends in the jungle, this is THE END
I find you funny, with you're text fame, spazzin out
No gats in your village, so how you gonna buck me now?
I thought you used arrows, frontin like you old as pharaohs
wearin feathers, like wood peckers, you lookin sorrow
door's shut, I mean your bird nest is evacuating
join them, cause lunapark's verse was exaggerating
you got mad cause you couldn't take the feed?
my bad, next time I'll act like a bird so you can eat from my feed
I remember couple months ago, you thought your girl was pregnant
last I checked, she wasn't, guess you're shootin them blanks in
So yo here's a stripe, go paint that on you're face and then
blend in with the habitat, cause my rifle paint targets on redskins
Right Out The Gate, and POW you went out
scars out to play, with cowardly hearted clowns yo
MC Anonymous
Yo lunaverse, I'll smash the moon to your foolish girth
talk about the space, but could never make a uni verse
lyrics defy sense, your poor in the bronx
I'll leave you on the floor with the chops, then more cause I stomped
wipe my ass with your tattoos, whore you will drop
a carbon copy of vinnie paz, she scoring his cock
you a sidekick? I'm batman, I'm robin' you dude
flipping your top like the screen, then I cock it and spew
sucking air out ya lungs now your soul is gone
you ice cold, yeah, when you're dead in my palms
think you hardcore, this is bar war, rip your car doors
only thing hard is fake breasts, and eye sores
you nerd, I'm the devil like two divded by three
leave you raped in submission, you resided by me
you aint ill, your motor skills impaired like car wrecks
how the fuck you write songs, when you can't write bars yet?
you disgrace to my race, walking around with nothing on your waist
stomp on ya face so we can CONVERSE sate
How many family members you got? Alamo the motherfuckers
killing you, fame, and all the other brothers
swinging on they vines and trees, with rhymes that weak
If you want to beef, don't even try to speak
GET EM! GET EM! GET EM! GET EM!!!!!
I'm killing villians, the blood spilling, I'm willing to fill em
with penicillin like ink on cielings, I'm feeling the reelin
you a faker, misnomer, yellow like homer, I'mma blow ya
explode ya, leave you decomposed, like broken orchestra
you boring son, I'm the chosen one, you are blowing guns
with your lips on my biceps, you boring and you know this, shunned
this whore is done..........
Haha and this is only the text version, imagine once we record this, PURE MURDER.
