Dia Dhuit

[Lecs Luther] Uh, charming little rapper with flows whiter than Casper Vividly slaying villains while diddily-picking Flanders Picking the answers 20 a 10 chancer Green moss the mosh pit greater than sea cactus I break races breaking races to face lifts Dirty as the track, 69 on my playlist The black racist, heil Hitler to Satan Oops, I mean the snotty-nosed fellow is half-Asian Caucasian, swapped Ray Charles for Ray-Bans Gimme a mic and a crowd full of babies I redance back to swapping a grades for goat cheese Who let the handsome villain boogie on his bare knees His rhymes end with X created sex and adultery Give me the loot for the beef stew or the baked bread His rhymes so articulate smacking nuns and severed heads He often tells tales of the old negro spiritual Half-African brother his IQ's lethal I wrote this rap with a broken figure and severed limb Arm and a dagger the duffle bag is a loosey ten Give me the shottie I'm slaying rappers with bad pilates Coughing up that crack I call it a John Gotti Inciting a riot and masacre fuck a slave ship Got these creme crackers nodding and saying the greatest Oh, stop it before I pop it and lock it Redevelop philosophies greater to flop poppins A little casual, showboater, a ladies man Always kept his charm in last place for the pizza man He who dares staring the pasta out the pasta bake Even though the rotten apple dirtier than Luther's place Get me a rapper this sick in the bright raw flesh I'll wax off his tattoos and leave an "L" on his chest Give him a chicken noodle, wet willy, or beat him brutal Leave him like Gandhi with a bald head screaming "Luther" Catfish, Tomcat and Popovich Always kept a piece of paper hidden in his manuscript Fried fish and fried cod for cold days Feed him to some children bet you'd never guess the brother's name Charming little bastard with flows odd as catfish Never touch the mic unless your name starts with "L," bitch Jiminy Cricket, he wrote this rap with a hand wipe Kept the critics guessing because he baked a couple cream pies Now he's laughing off some helium or pork pipes Always wore dirty socks, a bummy little shady guy I am Chaka Khan, shocking a diabetic, mom Laughing at the niggas and the kikes that recite my songs Hi mom, my cat's wearing an apron Silly cheese sandwich amazing as saying praying grace is Yeah, it's Lexy Lu, uniquely odd like Spanish jews Slurping a bag of guts and intestines from the men-u Doper than crack in Milli's pipe Praying fanny fantastic A rhyming scheme cannibal chewing bandy elastics Dropping the shiniest, grimy, weirdest and sonologist Greatest uffin Luther I'll duke you into a corpse swift Dropping a severed head and raw raps for the audience Stupid little charmer with rhyming skills and immaculate Snapping at elderly and clergymen for smoking crack Coldest villain enlighten the crowd off some blackjack, wax tack Unhuman disease Luther raps crack Yeah he knows but I'm reminding you this raw rap He stole the show, he bust a move, I mean he bust a nut Class act, Luther is the shit, a real assy muff Seven-Eleven and rhyming sequence from heaven With his blue jeans, Dapper Dan, snaky little fella Awesome with his words, call him Baldwin The Finest in his state, a finer diner with Clarkson Give him a mic and a crowd full of Asians A childish little bastard with bigger lips than an...uh Jay-Z but with his flow quite lazy He Spends his day reading and picking a couple daisies Crack the pipe quicker than a junkie The flow is quite icky I'm dumpty to the fucking humpty He broke his neck severing lyrics from his favorite show Cartoon Network spitter a dummy from Galactico Pass him the ketchup or the bloody rag, broken nose Everywhere the moths slay and pray is where you'll you find him so So Tie your shoes and take the bow, make it snappy Luther's the name, never needed a fucking nappy