August Cunts

Lately I've been feeling like a dunce All these cunts [Verse 1] Put these mothafuckas in a box and I send em away Put em in a gray 'llac and pop the trunk And throw em in the back, jack; ha, dig em a grave Put a brick inside that Xerox when I print up a page Moving keys I can relate, cause I live in the cage I throw up the A, I take em to school, I give them a grade An Eazy-E for effort, that's WWA White with an attitude, alphabet soup is on my plate All I got is Z's they sleeping on me, I can't get em awake I spoon feed em a sound in a room full of deceivers and clowns Who believe in making it rain cause all they see is the clouds And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a potato With a bunch of meatheads like fuck it, I'll just feed 'em a cow Plenty of white boys to pick from this year But before you pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater Cause even Peter Piper could pick up a mic but what it's like To pick a fight with me is like putting Nikes on a cheetah Better speed up, or at least in my case Adidas I'm out this bitch, drinking Coke by the two-liter [Verse 2] I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticking I caught him slipping, I gotta give him a shot I hit him with proper spitting, hottest writtens and compositions So competition's a contradiction somebody mention they got a Crooked Highly fiction we probably different, got Gotti henchmen Opposition, I'll body quick as Bugatti engines I'm on a mission to get richer, the sickest lyric-kicker Digging a ditch for different spitters Weak lyricists get disfigured Sip liquor, spit like a sick mixture Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big picture The poster, I'll roast ya My mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is close to a holster It's over, control my whole coastal region Like I'm supposed to, flow is going postal even Open season, heart close to freezing Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm squeezing believe me Dopest Westcoaster breathing so most ya hope I'm vegan Wussat [Verse 3] Ayo, lyrical miracle, spiritual individual, criminal Subliminal, in your swimming pool You're about to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least three swords A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boards A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask what the squeegee's for Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these horns And as for me you ask when I'm gone, will he be mourned ..is puke luke warm, should Casey Anthony do porn Can that chick fit a new born dead baby inside a fricking shoebox With a shoehorn Smothered in chloroform so she can go get her groove on Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus Yeah I might need those Adidas actually Nalyd is a God God spelled backwards is Dog I'm a sick pup I'd be a horrible magicial cause I'd fuck that trick up [Verse 4] It's only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord Warlord of rap that'll bash you with a 2 by 4 board And smash into your Honda Accord with a 4 door Ford But I'm more towards droppin an acappella that'll chop a fella To Mozzarella, worse than a helicopter propeller Got you locked in the cellar with your skeleton showing Developing anorexia while I'm standing next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an IV in your veins feeding you liquid darvicet Pumping you full of drugs, pull the plugs On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance and driven To receiving with the asses ripped out of they pants and given Shit Shit guys I can't August Cunts Ooh scary