MiracleRic:
Im known as the grand-king,
Stomp in ya mouth til all u spit is hamstrings
Im charming belles, while disarming frail,
MCs that are see-thru as armandale,
I’ll plant ur tu-lips in garden hell,
stage left EDEN,
all eyes on me like beige flesh, cleavage,
they just vegans…rockin fur…
yellin…“when I get off your jock it hurts”…
blue balls? Nah, I furnish my cock with smurfs,
I impair cats from Fairfax, with a toxic verse
I’ll charge an air tax, til his optics burst
i eat text, serve ya a sweet death like a chocolate hearse
in order to win votes, ya kinfolk will have to assbet/bluff,
U only sick cause licked my hazmat nuts
Dickriders know that ric spits midas…I got that Aztec touch,
I’ll murk u, leave ya fam in a circle to pass that dutch
U passive mutts is sniffin at a mastiff’s butt
l bang duke, I’ll hang u up with flashius guts
shove zin in ya grave to leave ya casket crushed
*ya corpse screams “MORPHINE!”*
I should be tired of spittin classic stuff
I scorch teens, and emasculate this bastid’s huff
With massive weight
Leave u R.i.p., and not dude with the plastic face


Rajeniro757:
watch me burn you to the 3rd degree
like triplets in the sahara infected with VD
like richard pryor free basing in 1980
i spit infectious like dogs with rabies
welcome to Americas Next Top Tradgey
you'll be modeling toe tags after me
have you run to GD, crying please vote for me
air condition your brain with punchline symphony
some where beyond the sea,
there will be your limbs in a tree
feel the tenacity of the resurgency
your in jeopardy, an e-mergency
it's urgent see flow viscosity
visibly, off the meter eventually
the ferocity of my attack will be
a lyrical tsunami of massacre mastery
go back to working at applebees
and get me a long island ice tea