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What I write in a verse is like magic tricks
Copperfield grab your chick, cop a feel
Cock the Glock for real
Give you some cop appeal
Dynamite vest, na I ain't stressing nothing
With a smiley face sticker
On my detonator button haters ask
"Is he bluffing or is he bugging?"
I don't know but I don't fuck
With weed with the seed stuffing
What I blaze gets me oh so higher
Burn more white widow smoke than an
Old folks home on fire
I make change cha ching
I can hang a playground from a charm you
Should see the way my chain swings
You got the balls to diss?
Won't have 'em afterwards
'Cause when I rap, contenders get killed
After all my words
I'm tired of all you rapping nerds
Trying to critique my shit
Like I ain't the motherfucking master
Of the baddest verbs
Celph Titled and the AOTP alliance
Will travel back in time
Smack ya, have your baby teeth flying
I am Rob Zombie, I am the Omni of dishonesty
I'm a prodigy, an atrocity
Not a lot of promise in me
Positively not a drop of modesty
My philosophy is the policy
I believe in nothing
Try teaching a beast peace and loving
Juggling, my beliefs need readjusting
My life was sticks and rocks
Kick, punch, block it was not a box
Of butterscotch and shuttlecocks
I have filled a pot of mud
Spilled a lot of blood
Watch the drops drip and flood
Hit the top stud
I have crashed a lot of waves
Dug a lot of graves drunk a lot of grapes
I have fucked a lot of babes
I'm do not disturb
I have punched a lot of nerds
Struck a lot of curbs
I have cut a lot of curves
You are none of the above, push come to shove
You're all mother fucking puppy
Lovin' country clubs
Y'all motherfuckers ain't running shit
Y'all simply runaways
I walk the surface of the sun
While you're rocking stunner shades
I'm in Hell shoving flames while
You're sweating summer days
I'm the son of Satan, son of Sam
Sicker some'll say
Got a flow so cold that I
Could blow the sun away
Even if I kick a free someone still gonna pay
You could get blasted
Body in a funeral casket
And cops searching for deoxyribonucleic acid
Slay the fascists
Pharaoh fans pray for classics
Come through in Raiders jackets
To make this magic
I'm a holy man, Voodoo priest
Rebel that'll shoot police
You wake up from this nightmare and
Change your little doodoo sheets
Skeleton, crusher creature from
The cryo-chamber the naughty, nasty
Trashy microphone annihilator
It's AP apparently you
Motherfuckers missed me
Some dude tried to diss me
Now that kid's history
Now this is a misery
I heard it needs company
Who the fuck else want to
Bleed in their Dungarees?
Planetary man, the evil rap Desert Eagle
Clap all your people get ready for the sequel
Needle set to vinyl
Now it's time for your final thought
What's your last wish? You's a
Minor fine in court
Twenty five to life, rap electric chair
Spit a sicker syllable
Nigga slash like the slayers hit you
Get the picture, this a Kodak moment
Mo 'Yak flowin', pussy
Bet your throwback on it
I'mma break bread only if
The bread ain't stale
Take young niggas to school
I heard school like jail
This is punishment government shit
That you fucking with
Esoteric, I told him in "Swords
Drawn" and "Dump the Clip"
Hear the "Battle Cry" piling
Up the dead soldiers
Know to "Tear it Down", we get it down
The blood runs colder
After drive-by
Hop out the wheel like caged hamsters
Rage amped up
Hammer time without the stage dancers
I really doubt we're killing it the same
I'm Magic before retirement
Illest in the game
Diligently aim at targets without the
Pizza Hut express shit
Put 'em in a long box like bread sticks
Then dip marinara or garlic, Marijuanacaholic
Carry arms like your sidekick
Shoulder hold to drop kick
Your show's supposed to be mosh pit's
It's only known for obnoxious
Knowingly holding most of them hostage
Know I'm close to the top ten
Coka Nostra and Rakim
Roast the most of the Pac shit
Overdose for the profit
Hold him over don't drop him, watch this
Nonsense and don't slow up the process
Hate on my project, lay you unconscious
Screaming on the phone like you
Won a radio contest
The only fucking thing I love
Is my long knife
The 45 cal click pow, put you on ice
Before the devil know you dead
You should call Christ
All I hear is barking out of y'all
A real dog bites
If you wanna split the tribe
You should call Phife
I'm the real father of
Creation of God's life
LeBron in the beginning of the game
Yeah I toss white
Calm at the beginning of the pain
Dalai Lam-like then I put your fucking brain
In a strong vice
Eat your liver over fava beans
And some warm rice
Y'all motherfuckers head cracked like
I toss dice vinnie taking all your money
Like a divorced wife
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