Bad Ma Fucka

I circle my opponents like a bird of prey, in search of a vertabra

Just to curse your day, and make blue sky revert to gray

Tryin' to work my way back to where the purpose gave birth

To the perfect way to quench my thirst to slay rappers

Penatrate your fragile brain matter

Stand glarin' at you with command, and frame, and stature

Actually mastered the talent it takes to seize the rep

Out of your chest and leave em shakin'

These heads never impressed us, I credit the best cause I

?Accept the rebreath? with respect from my predecesors

To die the best of deaths is meaning gunfire

Blessed with ??, testin the opressive

This dimension inside your pain is my domain

By signing my name I solidify the rain

In an instant I will drain em, get em out the game

Itsisted upon bickering with death until the quiet came

Then silence remained, touched him with his lights out and

Im in his veins, ushering his life out him

He cried when it came, at that moment he froze

And death pulled his soul through the hole in his nose

From the moment I sight em, decide I don't like em

I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em

Somebody gonna get dead tonight

Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight

From the moment I sight em, decide I don't like em

I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em

Somebody gonna get dead tonight

Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight

Let em watch the Brother rip, they need to fuckin study it

Have the missin pieces like they tryin to make the puzzle fit

Its some other shit, nothin like when we discovered it

Fools rappin like they tried to suck a dick and bust a lip

Half asshole and ain't mastered to grab the shit

They pacifists and ain't nothin bout them passionate

Never had a pay a bill, spent a day in jail

And hold mic's like theyre scared as hell to brake a nail

You ever hide inside your seat, eyes upon your feet

Need to keep riding the dick instead of tryin to ride the beat

I come from a time when rhymin is too self defining

Aint no time for whining, protecting your little homage

If your crews really the shit, prove it in your set

You really should get off the stage, youre too pretty to sweat

If hes not in alliance, beat him in the compliance

Somethin to do while I'm feeding him to the lions

Keep being defiant, ain't nothin I can say to you

Except you better stay out my range of view, a day or two

Your friendly neighbourhood Rhymesayer, I lay a

Asswhoopin on you thats one of a kind, playa

From the moment I sight em, decide I don't like em

I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em

Somebody gonna get dead tonight

Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight

From the moment I sight em, decide I don't like em

I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em

Somebody gonna get dead tonight

Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight

You live in a world of artificial turf past the sky

Got the nerve to stay up nights and askin why

Im fuckin your shit up, youre forced to pluckin your lips up

That gets ripped up, you could kiss your own ass goodbye

You don't understand me, I don't have Plan B

I don't have a mom and dad to help me land on my feet

I don't have the luxury of livin where the grass is green

Ink pen victims and ten of their friends with them

Ive been kickin, scratchin scrapin for respect

Since knee-high, believe I will take it to your neck

I release my, venomous sentiments at the drop of a hat

You motherfuckers got a problem with that?

I scratch through all possible tracks

Once you walk with your bones fully exposed its hard to look back

And I gotta react, not for nothin, just to cuss you

There ain't nothin soul about an old fashoned "Fuck You"

From the moment I sight em, decide I don't like em

I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em

Somebody gonna get dead tonight

Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight

From the moment I sight em, decide I don't like em

I evacuate the little bit of life they got inside em

Somebody gonna get dead tonight

Bad Motha Fucka gottta split heads tonight