Carnage

[Verse One] [Emilio Rojas]: Listen, I'll body anybody Leave anybody that I body needin' antibodies cause I'm not just anybody I'm somebody to be dissed at all Laughing at you lames and I'm dancing on your grave like Baryshinikov Whatever ish you talk I brush it off Fuck 'em all You won't win you got no spin like knuckle balls You tryin' to treat me like your wallet, you get written off You only reachin' for me for some money, or a business card I sic my dogs on you, let 'em sink they teeth in Until they walkin' from you full and gnawing on your pieces Emilio the name synonymous with Jesus Cause you worship every fuckin' piece of ground I put my feet in Uh, yeah I know I got an ego I'm conceited I'm the worst thing to happen to rap since Jay-Z quit You ain't got no kind of buzz you a secret Your engineer don't listen when he mixin' down that weak shit So keep it to yourself, homie stop the sharing You a fag, probably dressin' in drag like Donna Karan And I brag cause the shit in the bag, it's not apparent Emilio, Chaundon and Mag, stop starin' Yeah [Verse Two] [Mag]: Mag nigga The throne ain't available Let it alone nigga, Mag home Flowin' this religious I get psalms But stigous, well known I stack digits Get the gift to spit from my moms Give me the strength to drop the...lyrical bombs of the son The Bronx shit I've been on Far from the norm I'm gone No longer Mag, I'm King Kong Tryin' to find the one lickin' my letters Searchin' for the best, follow bread crumbs Who better find some, there is none No equivalent I'm too nice nigga Son is ambivalent for dividends Mag be on some different shit From here Put flare in a snare...there is a difference What up Tif? Hater's won't get off of the boy dick So I give it to 'em sicker than HIV Better to give I heard So I serve 'em the curb Y'all rap I'm just better with words [Verse Three] [Chaundon]: I'm back at it, the chick magnet Layin' verses and broads down, Mr. Craftmatic Don't sleep, victory got's more than it's share Staring down my opponents like they got no business here Know somebody nicer go and get 'em Your boy Peter Parker just did a whole mixtape of Venom A summer blockbuster The street needed heat cause the lukewarm MC's LP's were lackluster How does it feel knowin' that your very best Is considered less and will always be second guessed? To one of my caliber Metaphorically speaking this is target practice I shoot down challengers Should've had your best on Aim for the neck and above so it's pointless for you to have a vest on Go 'head gangsta, dive run for cover I'm here with the Get Back Army, Little Brother You'll never get next cause we still got now Forever connected like Al B. Sure's eyebrow Earn my respect son, I'm better than the rest Nickname A-1, no one see me with a check I used to hate rap until I started my career Cause it was all the same I needed something else to hear Y'all know the feelin' Every rapper's a hustler, do us all a favor, go back to drug dealing Ha Go back to drug dealing