MC The Rapper
New member
(Chorus)
you just opened pandora's box
now i'm gon put you in cementary plot
thinking you could fool with me
now i'm the author of ya eulogy
you ain't shit just another vic
i'll murder ya whole click
wanna start beef, wanna talk shit
you just a name on my hitlist
i'm dead serious ,dead serious
and you'll be dead period
(Verse 1)
its time for these guys
untimely demise
you can see murder in my eyes
i'm not gon let this shit ride
I won't be satisfied ,til I see they insides
on the outside
this is not a matter of pride
just the joy of seeing them die
this is murder music, homicidal hymns
you'll catch a bullet in ya brim
when you fuck with the best
two shots to ya chest
yes
Micheal jordan fist pump
when the lead dump
one more shot, for ya head chump
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
talking outta turn ,will get ya neck throttled
i gotta hit Brian b in the head with a bottle
next rhyme ,its execution style with a hollow
Justasia ,ya moms should have shallowed
you a thespian
acting straight,everybody know you a lesbian
how you talk shit, when your rhymes are pedestrian
Boobs or Justasia, who has more estrogen
muthafuckas wanna act extra then
i'll leave a lot bodies,on the street, festerin'
I know my name is wack ,i'm tired of the questionin'
but it got me acting like a legend when
I put pen to pad
succeed Richards in the lab
taking them out with no prob'
Brenda B you suck ,The B stands for blowjob
(chorus)
(Verse 3)
should have known I was dangerous
have ya mom making ,funeral arrangements
baptize you in blood, after I christen you, with the stainless
showing you what the definition of pain is
I don't need a gun, my mic will leave ya brainless
one verse will put ya ,thoughts on the pavement
all that internet rapper bullshit, save it
you got a white flag ,you better wave it
what you want to be ,buried or cremated
I'm from Cleveland ,where they breed hatred
think you can out rhyme me
leave ya body on I-90 ,for everyone to see
no one would care
the police on the scene, say its deer
RapFlowPhobia I instill fear
got you seeing my logo ,in ya nightmares
ya last diss you outed yaself as a queer
ya killing yaself ,here's a rope and a chair yeah
(chorus)
(Verse 4)
negro you must be slow
you can't even flow
ya last song was mad homo
reading O ,the only time you pick up a magazine
its nothing to make this fat nigga bleed
fat nigga please
you need a diet
boobs youse a laugh riot
I'm handing out tombstones like wyatt
Tonya ,I'm sorry for running ya masciria
Osama Pen Liden of the Terror
fuck Vibe ,I'm causing Mass Hysteria
unsigns in primetime ,I'm breaking the barrier
Tonya all you got is weak insults
I got verses in the vault
that will slit ya throat
my sixteens are colomubian neckties
pull ya tongue ,though the hole, where I cut ya neck wide
(Verse 5)
Glock Music was stupid
You not G'd up C cup
this was too easy, I got my foot up
sayin' my disses were wack ,you frontin'
jackin' ya spot light, you betta run it
Chris Astound, giving beatings for no reason
this not a competition, the shits uneven
Coup de tat ,take the crown, and execute your fanbase for treason
you can't tell me nothing
I murked them all on platinumstatz production
put Justasia in her place,gave brian b a concussion
and finished BOOBS destruction
On lookers pay attention
to this lynching
and choose your words with apprehension
look at it from any angle
three dead bitches , Charlie's angel
you just opened pandora's box
now i'm gon put you in cementary plot
thinking you could fool with me
now i'm the author of ya eulogy
you ain't shit just another vic
i'll murder ya whole click
wanna start beef, wanna talk shit
you just a name on my hitlist
i'm dead serious ,dead serious
and you'll be dead period
(Verse 1)
its time for these guys
untimely demise
you can see murder in my eyes
i'm not gon let this shit ride
I won't be satisfied ,til I see they insides
on the outside
this is not a matter of pride
just the joy of seeing them die
this is murder music, homicidal hymns
you'll catch a bullet in ya brim
when you fuck with the best
two shots to ya chest
yes
Micheal jordan fist pump
when the lead dump
one more shot, for ya head chump
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
talking outta turn ,will get ya neck throttled
i gotta hit Brian b in the head with a bottle
next rhyme ,its execution style with a hollow
Justasia ,ya moms should have shallowed
you a thespian
acting straight,everybody know you a lesbian
how you talk shit, when your rhymes are pedestrian
Boobs or Justasia, who has more estrogen
muthafuckas wanna act extra then
i'll leave a lot bodies,on the street, festerin'
I know my name is wack ,i'm tired of the questionin'
but it got me acting like a legend when
I put pen to pad
succeed Richards in the lab
taking them out with no prob'
Brenda B you suck ,The B stands for blowjob
(chorus)
(Verse 3)
should have known I was dangerous
have ya mom making ,funeral arrangements
baptize you in blood, after I christen you, with the stainless
showing you what the definition of pain is
I don't need a gun, my mic will leave ya brainless
one verse will put ya ,thoughts on the pavement
all that internet rapper bullshit, save it
you got a white flag ,you better wave it
what you want to be ,buried or cremated
I'm from Cleveland ,where they breed hatred
think you can out rhyme me
leave ya body on I-90 ,for everyone to see
no one would care
the police on the scene, say its deer
RapFlowPhobia I instill fear
got you seeing my logo ,in ya nightmares
ya last diss you outed yaself as a queer
ya killing yaself ,here's a rope and a chair yeah
(chorus)
(Verse 4)
negro you must be slow
you can't even flow
ya last song was mad homo
reading O ,the only time you pick up a magazine
its nothing to make this fat nigga bleed
fat nigga please
you need a diet
boobs youse a laugh riot
I'm handing out tombstones like wyatt
Tonya ,I'm sorry for running ya masciria
Osama Pen Liden of the Terror
fuck Vibe ,I'm causing Mass Hysteria
unsigns in primetime ,I'm breaking the barrier
Tonya all you got is weak insults
I got verses in the vault
that will slit ya throat
my sixteens are colomubian neckties
pull ya tongue ,though the hole, where I cut ya neck wide
(Verse 5)
Glock Music was stupid
You not G'd up C cup
this was too easy, I got my foot up
sayin' my disses were wack ,you frontin'
jackin' ya spot light, you betta run it
Chris Astound, giving beatings for no reason
this not a competition, the shits uneven
Coup de tat ,take the crown, and execute your fanbase for treason
you can't tell me nothing
I murked them all on platinumstatz production
put Justasia in her place,gave brian b a concussion
and finished BOOBS destruction
On lookers pay attention
to this lynching
and choose your words with apprehension
look at it from any angle
three dead bitches , Charlie's angel
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