I decapitate Yah-Hah's faggot face, a maggot race when I blast this case
and leave his ass to taste, the dirt inside a plastic vase six feet down jacking space
I'm so articulate, certificates, credentials from lyricists
Yah-Hah couldn't be high in the sky smoking reefer in airlines, he aint a herbalist
I'm a molecular metaphysical dynamic, with bionic schematics
eyes on this mechanic mechanism textorsism splittin bitches, they eyes panic
I'm four stories high, Yah Hah's core boring, why? he a whore boarding lies
I soar in skies, take a shit on his lips and then tour forty times
On the microphone my psych is known to spit hypertones, it's a lightning zone
I'll fight your bones, leave you on the floor frightened, Oh, wanna battle? Knife or Rope?
I'll slice your throat, rip ya vocals cords out, play it with a bow
spray shit fucking low, knock ya block off, you drop soft, I gave spit another tone
MacDaddy and Anonymous, synonmous to death, all those who bother us
turn to cosmic dust from atmoic thrust, we spliff dope like a chronic puff
Call me a sporadic medula medusa, Cooler then Cooler on pluto with lex luthor
With freddy krugar handjobbing superman with kryptonite, blast text rugers
MACDADDY
I'll ruin you hella quick, my crew is so elegant
you'll think your food was embedded with nutrient sedatives,
you'll get hung or shredded with a noose or berreta clip
cause Yah-hah "keeps a piece" like UN delegates//
I blueprinted the elements of rap, you heard them and claimed
you could perform them the same,
but macdaddy019967 is here burning the page
serving you lame, so when I abuse a learner
I'm accused of murder cause all my verses get framed//
I'm the person you hate,
cause when it comes to writing I was born cocky,
what i've drawn probably could walk thru this whole boards posse
witha knife and sword chopping
and leave y'all smiling ear to ear... lieing thru an autopsy//
Your whore jocks me, i'd mac your date in minutes this cat you hates the illest
my actions state your finished, your tactics? fake with fillers,
take me? kidding? i got sucha handsome face
I seriously actually considered masterbating to mirrors//
Cast your mind and listen, it's pitiful I pity you,
running round Yah-hah like silly crews
thinking your scripts hot, think not i'm killing you
since my fist drops more jaws than my lyrics do//
The winner, proved, this is what actually happens when I grab a bottle
of jerkins skins hanging bodies in circular patterns
like those circling the surface of saturn,
i'm perfect at rapping, i'll turn most servants of battling
to disperses of ashes when I turn to the pad and pen...
i'm not concerned with your faggot friends//