Master's Degree

[Intro: Block McCloud] Brooklyn Ac', muthafucker You better off dead bitch, check this out, yo [Block McCloud] Well if you walk into my thoughts, you'll be wantin' out, ain't walkin' out I got you now, I'm Block McCloud, welcome to the haunted house Slaughterhouse, and homes to all your lost children On milk carton pictures, who wants to visit? Thoughts are vivid Forces drippin', a few sandwiches short of picnics Kids is held hostage, hidden, for cost of living You never seen a more starving artist, desperate Flows is dark and twisted, not to mention shark invested I'm the killer mortician, victims frost biten Scar vision, chared flesh, is authentic, heart wrenching Stalk women caught defensless on park benches Chop a carcass in mark trenches, I'm sharper than Bob Ventures I'll stop your body from working Hit you so hard in your head you're not even certain Spit ungodly verses, and erge a shot My "murder inc" spills and kills careers like Irv Gotti, send out the search party Dig dirt, the deepest, I'm Earth's secret And search like these crypts, that's cursed in Egypt, the surface teach us Sinkin', fifth deadly venom spread within him, spread like cancer Temper tantrum, hit the bangers, send to damn 'em [Jean Grae] I place a rock on the gas pedal and drive Til the cops blockin', I'm locked in a box, scratchin' the bars with an ox in my socks Moments later, become the deputy sheriff slayer The methods of mayhem, chaotic, methodicly sayin' I'm like a messagenist, messagin' the track when we diggin' And broke in, fine like grind, until it's finally ready I'm worse then the kids in the Omen and Sharmen combined So I confide in a rhyme, with companions, that say that I'm outta my mind I'm steadily grindin' like Amish kids in the morning Swarmin' like praise the Locust in Biblical times I'm chokin' the river, with sickness, when being delivered this Lyricist, slash stones or slash you, will shank you with the coat hanger Mad Hatter rap that a, blast you with a black banger Nah, I'd rather slap you with a loud, or then back nigga So fall back, like a clapped animal, trapped in a cage With taser shot to it's shit, deep like the rest of the pig [Pumpkinhead] I take flows to the extreme, but I don't skateboard You got 'Kit Kat' raps, they easy to break off I was born a peasent, but should've been born a king I'm underground, unseen like an snuff film porn ring I'm a bully like Devo, one man with three flows The eye of the tiger, spitting a disease flow X-Files mixed with Creep Show Amityville book a career, with it's Eloheim with a deep flow Brooklyn Ac's the squadron, plague is the other half The shit we spit'll lift your click, like a hovercraft This is it, you swimming with sharks in a rubber raft I grab your leg and pull the veins out your fucking calf Columbine slash big punish Shaft Elephant guns aimed out your lungs, and blow out your fucking back 2004, the start of an arising One hand on the plan, the other hand on the bible I'm the man, your ghetto American Idol Mister Diaz, wack suckers, will put it on vinyl You a toy, pushing a trunk made by Tyco I hang kids over balconies, like I'm Michael [Killah Priest] It's Priest, ghetto rabbi, black ties, clap nines Bats fly, hell's open, shells smokin', mother cries Tears of fire, here's that writer Prepare to life us, grip the mic like pairs of pliers I dance on track, handle gats Deep lyrics, I was always too advanced for that Brook's magical wind, but nope, I deal with crooks Daggers and knives, I master the mind Crafted the rhyme, like witches, the stew Cook up like brew, my kitchen, hot pots, stove and kettles Listen, the voodoo doll promotin' ghetto Twist rappers like pretzels Try'nna throw the salt in the game Get caught in the flames Melt ya'll down, only God can help ya'll now I sit alone in the throne, with a belt and crown Constant dreams that I'm Constantine Guided by angels, rose with armored wings