Yah-hah
I wait in the quietness, raging with giant fists,
Spit steel bars with a razor behind my lips,
Chewin faces up while I spit erasing the tires its,
Amazing the way I ride my whip,
With no tires and no engine,
No liar or repentance in the fire ends the liars existence,
Facin 10 jedis and all their bed's rise, they can't handle it,
I take two fingers to put out ya lightsaber like a candle wick,
I own this whole thing, the mics new master,
So ahead of my time my life moves backwards,
I spit limitless, livin in this blissed ignorance,
Sharp enough to split your ligaments into 6 increments,
Your listenin to me livin this like this isn't much,
I know that I'm so dope I won't piss in a cup,
Like it's fiction so wat its a certainty,
That he delivers verses perfectly,
Which fits the innerworkings of your innerperson inadvertantly,
We laughingly dancin on ya tombstone,
Choppin off ya noggin knockin on it like who's home,
5 killers, who put salt in ya cuts to make ya feel worse,
Cut ya steel nerves like bitch this hit'll still hurt.
Ms. Lunaverse
We ready to massacre these rappers worse,
I'll blast ya herse back to Earth,
My tracks'll hurt like the weave you had to work,
So won't you be our one and only passenger,
I laugh at your silly attempts,
Little kid on ya computer like your really a pimp,
Bitch you really a shrimp I'll put you in a headlock,
And I won't make the lead stop until ya fuckin head pops,
Grab the mechete are you ready to bleed that red sauce?
I'ma do complete reconstructive surgery and leave ya fuckin legs off,
You said pause, hold up, I can't take it,
I said stop, fold up, or get ya dome shakin'
I'm in ya home breakin all of these windows,
Sending all of these widows to the back with these sick flows,
I come to bring the pain and the ruckus,
Call me wu, I catch you, like I aint nothin to fuck with,
We laughingly dancin on ya tombstone,
Choppin off ya noggin knockin on it like who's home,
5 killers, who put salt in ya cuts to make ya feel worse,
Cut ya steel nerves like bitch this hit'll still hurt.
BILI
My sentences are making you blind
I`m like a philosopher with 2 minds
So you cant debate me,you cant escape me
You`re a pussy and this is a rape G
There`re 2 many fuckin fakers on forum
Gravedancers comin outa sanctum sanctorum
Now we`re takin this over,its time to die die
Now you all fakers gotta go bye-bye
We aint rappers we`re mass murderers
And I`m pretty sure ya all heard of us
I did Luby's massacre that took place in crappy Killeen
Most of the bitches on forum are disgrace to rap scene
Wanna collab wit me and Class wit stolen rhymes
Bitch after I`m don wit you,you`ll have swollen eyes
For all you know,you are going to die today
You cant deny our way,I`m God,so dont try to play
This is a warning to all you computer geeks
I`ll smack you wit the keyboard,till your brain leaks
We laughingly dancin on ya tombstone,
Choppin off ya noggin knockin on it like who's home,
5 killers, who put salt in ya cuts to make ya feel worse,
Cut ya steel nerves like bitch this hit'll still hurt
Fa-Q
I got a booby trap, wait who's ruby's that,
Nope, that's just a tripwire, that spawns a lit fire,
I blow it up beneath my feet, just to git higher,
But the fire spread, like rubber on a tire tread,
No don't believe, whatever that liar said,
I got poison cherries, hidden in boisen berries,
I'm the chosen one, fuck Neo, I'm pure Jesus,
Movin past Leprasy, I'm findin cures for diseases,
I'm renewing and recycle, a moving bicycle,
But the tires gone, there's mud stain on my iron on,
The fire siren's spawn, and the armys grow,
It harms me slow, I'm on a farm, free to grow,
I fight with a fuckin crystal ball, not usin a fist at all,
I just pissed in a stall, lifted the urinal above my head,
I shove the bed, in the grave, like I love the dead,
I waltz with the dead, fuck, fuck those thoughts in my head,
I'm a Grave dancer, bitch, I'm the street to your sickness,
I pave the cancer, am I killing you inside,
Never mind, Save yer answer
Coleon
you kids rock camo, act Rambo cruisin' your wifi
lunch box full a ammo, on heelies doin a drive by
cool just to write write rhymes, we spittin' to hell & back
you fellas wack, throwin' up cities like Godzilla on ipecac
for real, Decembers past, my lines still cold as shit
write with fire arms, but my bars are frozen stiff
smart and focused with the skill of the cobra fist
thrill with spoken gift, go for the kill with a Vulcan grip
these spitters old as shit, still respectin' the vet's skills
y'all Morpheus, I'm Neo sniffin the blue and red pills