19422, RE: Methodman 615 VS The Lyric Posted by The Lyric, Tue Jun-03-08 11:31 AM
Hello mufucka, how you doin' mufucka? I was thinking, wait, skip the thinking No cameras nor lights, but, definitely action I walk up to you and smack you in the head with a mic, Now, your head is open, spewing alphabets that used to be words, which used to be phrases, which used to be sentences I observe the mic, feelin a lil bit like OJ Simpson, I sin, cos there's alphabet matter all over the mic; And the mic imprint on your skull fits my mic, Plus, the mic happens to be my favorite murder instrument - I guilty I guess that makes me Grim the Mic Reaper I grin, as I proceed to eat the mic as a snack, Or did I eat the mic to hide the murder weapon? Either way, as I eat the mic with alphabet matter that used to be yours, I create new words which turn into phrases which turn into sen'ences, also known by emcees in ciphers as verses that Just Bla-zes And for my dessert, imma rap Pentagons around your brainless corpse, then crash a plane-full of lyrics to Dolbe surround-sound you I sound so good, don't I mufucka? I know I do cos I turn one hit wonders into mo' hit wonders But you wouldn't know (would you?) cos I just described your death to your carcass That means you suffered death by my words, biiiietch!
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