Death of Audacity

[ Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj ] Ego the size of a hip-hop hippopotamus Hip hop's anonymous and i'm Satan with horns comparable to a rhinoceros Bull in a china shop, Pandemonium ensues Nalyd Ecitsuj's nothing but daddy issues and singing the blues Singing like he can,thinking he has fans Damn the next bitch who breaks my heart in half Is getting burnt with lighter fluid Im emptying the whole can on em' Im gonna bury em' in the back of the woods and then dance on em' Swing with the shovel i buried you with Shut the fuck up bitch before i slap you with the same hand i thought about marrying you with What's the difference between a knife and a woman A knife actually has a point in this argument Enough of the sappy lovey dovey shit I had endless fucks but im done with it There all up spent And whichever car you in, im smashing the fucking windshield in Louisville slugger wrapped in barbed wire But when you're Nalyd you are a god that can acquire The ability to make a cunt hair burst to fire looking like Richard Pryor Molly scissoring Mary getting the arousal higher You need to hire the dead corpse of Johnny Cash in a ball of fire Jerkin' off Quagmire wearing Henry Rollins attire Screaming at me calling me a liar! If you had an ounce of desire You'd listen to Rated Ex and admire What a lyricists What year is this Sixty-three tracks since last April Yeah bitch I did and there all hateful Nothing short of a massacre My life is back-a-wards My name and what influences my laugh-a-ter And the one who laughs last, laughs best This isn't kinky foreplay I'm giggling as a test Dilapidated dick, Horror images are the shit I fap to it Masturbated, if you don't give me head then you're gonna get decapitated [Hook] You better change what comes out your speaker You better change,change,cha change change You better change what comes out your speaker Nalyd E,Nalyd E Death Of Audacity! HERES JOHNNY! (It's Nalyd actually) [ Verse 2: Nalyd Ecitsuj ] Why am i here It's the lyricists you fear hanging off the chandelier Do you know how sick we are of you dear You make me want to do cocaine of a vertical mirror Known for the fire Most likely the rapper that all these other rappers admire Because im skilled when it comes to killing audio sound bytes I hate likes If I hate Charlie Sheen then fuck it I'll tag team 1 on 2 Say I hate John Cryer I mean it CLD shrinkage Just like the thought of putting my genitalia in a dryer Two and Half Men multiplied by the Fifteen hundred and eighteen bazookas that I'll supply a Bitch who tries to step to me I fucking dare you I went to Halloween as spiderman That means I'll fucking scare you 18 years old and more twisted and wicked and demented as a wild fire of words From Kanye's mouth shut closed through the wire I'll try to open it up with my neighbors hammer A crescent wrench with a crowbar Oh look i found a pair of pliers that I just dunked in a hot tub of french fried friers Yank out the red wire I can't set the bar any higher You'll never get this mixtape Other rappers is begin me to retire I ain't even started get out of my fucking way They keep asking where is Plan Eh I just want head bae Jorge to his Vince Downey I can't make it now anyway god rest the soul of audacity I'm nine hundred and ninety nine days away from giving another fuck for another fifteen hundred and eighteen thousand days Trailer trashy nasty Clashing with this ass I'm smashing Casually reading maxim magazine beating it Til' my dick gets rashy..and her voice gets raspy Ugh!!! Nalyd you should have asked me I don't pump the breaks I just go til' it breaks Ride it out like a garbage bag on a snowy winter day Don't even say bye? okay I'll just wave and Wait no way I got shit to do today Like clean your shit off my dick poopy bitch Thanks a lot for the itchy dick Now I gotta wipe it off on your clit [Hook] You better change what comes out your speaker You better change,change,cha change change You better change what comes out your speaker Nalyd E,Nalyd E Death Of Audacity!