You think at dumb and dumbers pace
Living in a cluttered space
Rapping like those other fakes
You better shut the gates
I'll cut you like the guts of snakes
then cook you up like buttered cakes
And eat you on my supper plates
I bust like when a gusher breaks
Drop the Thunder Bass (the bass actually drops in the song)
This MC is most Powerful
The dominating overlord who known for dropping hours full of
Perfection resurrection is a form of restoration
Hip-Hop was unconscious til worm performed resuscitation
I'm , egotistic by nature don't give a fuck
Been listening to Dr. Dre records my brain is stuck in this
Aggressive overwhelming violent never silent mode
If you were digging Miley's new music then suck a giant chode
I'm pissing on your corpses with evil forces like Voldemort
Trying to kill the demon that's within I feel my soul contort
Told the court I hadn't been to school cause' it's a waste of time
My future now contains manual labor and that abrasive grind
Will probably be enough to drive a human being crazy
But if you're trying to find the pot of gold it won't be found by being lazy
You gotta work, don't have a choice, but I'll still Rap for Fun
Sorry that your songs are quadriplegic but my Tracks can Run
In the headphones of your son, daughter, dog, or cat
My record get more spins than washers at the laundromat
My songs are odd and fat, dope as fuck what's wrong with that?
Fake rappers falling flat, I beat him in the jaw with bats
Cut up by my saws and Axe, Clawed to death then Mauled with raps
Ballistic missiles to your mouth I make em' all collapse
Your shoulders are slouched, I'm standing proud like tall giraffes
My styles proper yours is in the Trash and Small like Rats
My Technicality's meticulous
A student of the craft and my potential's limitless
It's ridiculous
I'm just so fucking sick with this
Calculated methods diligent like instrumentalists
I'm known for being venomous
View me as the guardian
My respect for the culture's got me in the parks again
Freestyling with my peoples rhyming from the heart again
I'm always thinking out the box that you keep cheap cigars within
So Peace to Wax and EOM
I cant even imagine what a joyful ride it's been
I know that yall been friends ever since courage was liquefied
Hope you know the beats and rhymes that you supplied solidified
My little life. I gotta say, thank you for that.
Everyday you prove hip-hop's alive the lines no longer flat
In my veins it reigns supreme, I fiend for funky shit, I need it
What inspires me the most? Is the manner yall achieved it.
Fuck the record labels I'm sure that they serve a purpose
But Wax and EOM don't need em' still reachin the surface
Cause' we will always purchase, the shit that yall release
Just ... remain yourselves and keep making mad beats