House Of Games 2

Stick a fork in his corpse, cordially courting

Sourcing his portion for organs, give metaphors on abortion

A portrait of poor sportsmen, endorse remorse towards him

I torch his vocal cords til his course is the four horsemen

Your core's forcing, they roar but I’m board snoring

A smorgasbord of endorphins, I’m dwarfing your dwarf swordsmen

I retort but of course no recourse for him

I’m more of a moor, that's why my rapport discourse for it

I’m forming a fort, forcing proportions that pour forward

Sort of a four-fifth to your orifice you poor bitch

Forfeit, tryna spit with this nigga, I forewarned him

Waging a war, décor of Muhammed or George Foreman

Performing vocal expressions that question the status quo

Inhabit no sense of worth when you barely can pack a show

Distracted by the fact I was too rabid impacted by

The shitt people said, but instead let it amplified

And niggas want a response, my response; "Keep waiting"

Fools rush in, smart niggas keep patient

Chasing the next man, the best plan developed wrong

Fuck rushing a freestyle my nigga, make a better song

Yo, Yo, one round Roger Mayweather, Rocky Lockridge

Who better to rock with than the Locksmith, stop it with the gossip

Swearing when the clock tock tick

The plot got thick, the bomb like the rhyme that I kick

Body bashing, bruised, broken bones, bloody mosh pits

Truth telling is labeled hate speeches, these poisonous brain leaches

Smack the principals and rape the fake teachers

Hypocrital Hollywood hoodlums that make features

Political pandering preachers that desecrate Jesus

Dumbing down society, everything is over-simplified

Cowards are put on pedestals and heroes are villainized

My organization Untouchable Force, Ice Mix Master

And life's shit baffling, fight bitches staggering

Towards this white dick javelin, dispatching 'em, every lyrical diss catching 'em

Distracting 'em, pistol packing click clacking 'em

You can't claim title with no win first

You're a bigger pussy than the pussy when it give birth

Keeping the poor in prison

Rhyme like a 90s cat from Rawkus was spitting

Reflection Eternal and Nas in the source It Was Written

Not influenced by any corporate decision, I ignore your opinion

I'm the GOAT above Fraizer, Norton, Foreman and Liston

Laws of religion cause the hoards of division, doors of admission

Causing the friction, inscription like the walls of Egyptians

Paint a portrait like the Lord of the Christians, tainted all to this pigment

Forced depiction got us all in a prison

But ain't no God in this system, can't evolve in conditions

But they write me off as being off and left my thoughts in perdition, bitching

Often would grapple, tackle this rope to no progression

Claiming you Atheist but still worship your possesions

Ground rope with a down stroke, and they now spoke to the town folk

Scrounge for about rope, but they found no amount of those

Sex trafficking out The Vatican, rather than found hope

Profound smoke from burning oaths, you'd thought they found a new pope

Black chemicals signify the simple lies that masses rally

Screenshot of a rap blog, saw the image of Alex Crowley

A massive tally, I pass it barely, I'm Makaveli

Strong as the purest dope is this rapper outta Cali