Three Bullets

[Verse One: Esoteric] I’m automatically erratically radical Ratify my strategy when I’m attacking the capital Funny rappers are laughable, you ain’t rhyming you vaginal I’m the mass mastermind of mass murder you ? So past best my prime I’m international I fly casual ? you with the sick three I’m magical, heavy blast, machete slash Esoteric serve rappers like Steffi Graf You’d rather tongue kiss Rosie O’Donnell Than face me as your arch rival like BK to McDonald’s Follow, peace to my man Illegal I got an ill ego that’s illegal in the States, his beat decapitates Don Cheadle War Machine great I hit the studio at 7:30, leave at 8 I walked out peace like this , I don’t need a plate German engineering steering my own fate [Hook: Qualm] {x2} I paint vividly vicious equate misery That make history like the bullet that slayed Kennedy Take viciously, rape, pillage, and make enemies Create imagery the second we make energy [Verse Two: Mykill Miers] Ladies and gentlemen, you have never witnessed a Rhyme minster whose raps style is so sinister Kinda like a surgeon’s incision when I get into ya Trying to injure ya, fuck that trying to get rid of ya I’m inhospitable, put you in a hospital When I spit a few hot riddles trying to kill you though Give you a lyrical attack, spit it like a MAC Eleven, send you to Heaven with seven in your back The Randy Couture of this rap culture When I’m done nothing left but I wrote yours Oh sure everybody say they got flows But they don’t wanna test cause they know I start wars A lot of y’all is wack as fuck Have you hooked up to machines that sound like trucks backing up Disaster their ass with no sign of FEMA Killed everybody in one shot, Hiroshima [Hook] [Verse Three: Qualm] Hey yo my whole clique get it in, call us grind liners You will always be a water boy for the sideliners Fashion designers ask me to do the honors Got groupies in pajamas yelling this is your vagina Royal fam catalogue where’s the co-signers? Grown man doing shows in front of all minors Sixteen and seventeen call me their favorite You know me, Morpheus, I starred in the Matrix Modern day ancient racing in spaceships You can see Oasis mouthpiece spitting lasers High rollers, dice shooters, no it’s not Vegas Interviewing famous, how much for them gauges? I love it when them haters second guess, underrate us Metal Fingers, Rhymesayers, those are my neighbors The rabbit in a hat is a chick who Hef made It’s Beach Boys surfs up until the next wave [Hook]