[Verse 1]
Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again
I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the Taliban plottin' an event
In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent
And I would not even relent up on a little
Like Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle
Of the Pentagon and hit a kindergartner with a rental (Stop!)
Swinging back and forth, like a sword going in with the lord while I get a cord stick it in your moms life support make you start to get bored I'm a god and I got a squad but you drive a ford so don't get angry but I think I'm rap mature
Not as bad as you are "Visions of a murderer sucks" get out and take a pit, you saw the track list and had a fit before you heard it so you formed your verdict while you sat at the station with your arms crossed and looking all lost, you say I'm bad? your freaking marbles are gone?
But nowadays every chorus or flow maybe sounds the same but you know I'm not lame I draw inspiration outta hate, real trace and a Laker out of state but if I look painful or out of place its because I'm a type writer because I write infinite out of space until I bake yah
[Interlude]
From me to you, going out with the Candie looe, kill her with a spoon, show all these rappers that they ain't messing with you, rip it in 2, because I think I'm getting a blue but I just got a moon with a half and I think you're promised tomorrow with a car
[Verse 2]
Now I'm 'bout to fool again
This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit
A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip
And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick
If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in
I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (Woo!)
How many times do I have to prove? that I'm the best rapper in this youth, get trolled until I glue but I think I'm with me as you can see I'm 10x better than ever so don't ever say that you're better than me because my destiny is to just show all my enemy's that I can spill the heat and not let anybody be free in my insight because its my right to agree to flee my history will be shown in like 983 weeks and I won't ever disagree that I spree but homie I spill these melody's but we can all be the league but I think that these ears are getting weak to bear but nobody can get this air but I must wits spare all of my disciplined care I agree its a nightmare but I should start to stare because we have no similarities that we share besides the fact we breath air you gotta take it before you break it homie lake it like a packet because I'm to dramatic but I static like a broken mic but I'm gonna take some vikes I have the likes
[Post Outro]
I just got my rocket back and I'm about to rap until I launch it at 'em with the body sack ill be back ill make sure everybody is murdered into a body bag before i get done rapping, Idiotic from the embryonic sac
To the body bag, I'll be back
And when I am, I'll be at your throat like Chloraseptic
Bin Laden with a pen, bodyin' again
I begin slaughterin' your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the Taliban plottin' an event
In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent
And I would not even relent up on a little
Like Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle
Of the Pentagon and hit a kindergartner with a rental (Stop!)
Swinging back and forth, like a sword going in with the lord while I get a cord stick it in your moms life support make you start to get bored I'm a god and I got a squad but you drive a ford so don't get angry but I think I'm rap mature
Not as bad as you are "Visions of a murderer sucks" get out and take a pit, you saw the track list and had a fit before you heard it so you formed your verdict while you sat at the station with your arms crossed and looking all lost, you say I'm bad? your freaking marbles are gone?
But nowadays every chorus or flow maybe sounds the same but you know I'm not lame I draw inspiration outta hate, real trace and a Laker out of state but if I look painful or out of place its because I'm a type writer because I write infinite out of space until I bake yah
[Interlude]
From me to you, going out with the Candie looe, kill her with a spoon, show all these rappers that they ain't messing with you, rip it in 2, because I think I'm getting a blue but I just got a moon with a half and I think you're promised tomorrow with a car
[Verse 2]
Now I'm 'bout to fool again
This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit
A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip
And I'm soon to stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick
If I was you, I wouldn't do nothin' stupid due to the mood I'm in
I'm losin' it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint
Show me who to rip, it's time for you to get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (Woo!)
How many times do I have to prove? that I'm the best rapper in this youth, get trolled until I glue but I think I'm with me as you can see I'm 10x better than ever so don't ever say that you're better than me because my destiny is to just show all my enemy's that I can spill the heat and not let anybody be free in my insight because its my right to agree to flee my history will be shown in like 983 weeks and I won't ever disagree that I spree but homie I spill these melody's but we can all be the league but I think that these ears are getting weak to bear but nobody can get this air but I must wits spare all of my disciplined care I agree its a nightmare but I should start to stare because we have no similarities that we share besides the fact we breath air you gotta take it before you break it homie lake it like a packet because I'm to dramatic but I static like a broken mic but I'm gonna take some vikes I have the likes
[Post Outro]
I just got my rocket back and I'm about to rap until I launch it at 'em with the body sack ill be back ill make sure everybody is murdered into a body bag before i get done rapping, Idiotic from the embryonic sac
To the body bag, I'll be back
And when I am, I'll be at your throat like Chloraseptic
( Cryptified Malik )
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