Obituaries

[Verse 1] What the fucks sleep? Oh yeah, that stupid shit you humans do I'll super glue a Rubix Cube & pass it for you to do Punches, I land mine You're at a keel with land mines And on my battlefield, I can have you killed, the land's mine Put you on a detour to hell Don't believe I'm the bomb? Strap one on see for yourself I happen to be that rapper you're asking about, who wanna war? You're Kiefer Sutherland; actin' throughout your 24's Still getting money but I'm wanting some of yours Bloody Jordan number 4's Running for your honey's drawers We can battle verse for verse; organized religion Me? I'm sorta like a pigeon; gettin' more than high, explore the sky while shittin' More than fly so I soar to find a victim Mortalize him in shit and then I'm immortalized in writtens I know, I'm Oscar Grant; literally dead wrong My first LP's a prison cot; criminally slept-on I been a bully, send a jury only God can judge me It's hard to shove me, only God can budge me The psycho stays buggin' The dogs go with Michael Vick's cousin; the kittens in the microwave oven Your rifles ain't nothin' Y'all Michael J. fuckers, shook Spiteful, hatin' on him when the Bible says "love him" "Merk's" my policy Engineer trying "reverse psychology" Reversin' words to rebirth my prophecy [Hook] I turn the dictionary to the obituaries Murder words, see the picture clearly? (No emcee can even spar) My bio's "Ohio Everything" My styles compile with anything (Don't believe, you'll leave in scars) The Megacy Legacy's pedigree's never been better Effortlessly forever (you won't even see tomorrow) You'll never be fresh as me Yes indeed, clever Don't ever come testin' me with letters ( you'll decease beneath his bars) [Verse 2] I write unlimited pages of shit mean So it's statutory rape, but from layin' a sixteen The melody; I'mma wreck it A felony? I'mma catch it Felonious assault by harmonious default You're never being arrested Jayo appearing on your song's the only way that you'll get a Felony on your Record, check it I'll turn your posse cut into a pussy cut Douche it up, fuck it, bust a nut & sew that pussy shut If the homies can't have none, it's no fun RIP your crew, I swear to God, I'll tear a squad, no Pun I cash out rhyme folders and black-out blinded Bitch, you just blew me, pull the hash out. I'll roll it Your down chick kicks it I made her go both ways like a round trip ticket (yeah, get down bitch! Lick it!) In an ounce of the liquid she'll be out with the quickness Extra chloroform for the mouth of a witness Used to play with Colorforms in my house as an infant Now I make it thunderstorm from the clouds that I live with I took a look in the mirror and found my niche You took a look in the mirror & found my bitch (uh) Adjust the speakers Tell me how the fuck this creeper went from horror-core to a forty year-old Justin Bieber? huh? Hopped out of a Pinto, must have scared your folks Prone to get my beast on & I don't wear fur coats You could never smoke write like cheap cigars "C" is heartless, pointless tryin' CPR (you'll be leavin', breathin' hard) You got the weakest and cheapest bars To the point I'm orderin' a fuckin' PBR Fake pirate gold; "metal in your chest" My dickhead is in your ex You said it was the best Heaven in the flesh? Go to hell, a devil in a dress (Bars slaughter, say seven "Our Fathers") This instrumental I'mma bless is finna' be possessed [Hook]