Much too much

[Intro] [Verse 1: Fliptrix] My styles straight, miraculous, treat me like a track killer Don't try and call me blud, I'll bite your throat and spit it back at ya Spit vernacular crack at ya Crush your motherfucking planet like my boy Galactus does Most MCs are wack and it's a fact that they're actors cuz Make a back catalog without a single classic bruv Owl's got you backing up, bangers straight stacking up Big Daddy Owl like a pimp when I'm rapping Bruv Hip hop's my bitch, you better watch how you handle her Mistreat my woman I'll track you down like she's pamela Trample you like a mammoth with maddest amounts of stamina Standing behind a van with a hammer about to damage ya Causing a fucking massacre, shanking you with an antler Let you cry for help while Deformed Wing amples ya Bang out the baddest beat, then repeat it while we're stamping ya Let your corpse rot before i feed it to tarantulas I'm on some nightmare shit, what I say is too much I don't give a shit (x4) [Verse 2: Leaf Dog] I pull your spine out your mouth and stab you with it While chatting your bird up at the std clinic Dump you in the pacific until they fish it And drag you out the net like your album when they miss it Get your sister to kiss dicks, stealing mad shit SO she can buy me chains till i look just like Slick Rick Pummeling her pink pit, painting her walls like a big marker ink tip Shut up slut, eat dick That's it, as I'm feeding her my pearls, Got so many lines, they could reach around three worlds All I leave is raspberry swirls and barely walking girls I pull my beast out and your slump just hurls like blargh All over the shop, she calls me Doctor Got the fake gynecologist look unlock you You must've forgot she plays piggy in the middle No riddle, she be fiending for the nuts like a squirrel Slut, I'm on some wet clown shit, what I say is too much I don't give a shit I'm on some puppy nose tip, what I say is too much I don't give a shit I'm on some wet oyster shit, what I'm saying's too much I don't give a shit [Verse 3: BVA] I take the piss and take the crown while I take it easy Any rappers standing nearby feel shook and wheezy There's a new part of the bible called the book of BVA Don't wash for a year and my shit still ain't cheesy I'll hold it down like your house's foundations You'll get taken for a walk if you're found hating To any big ball rapper, I'm spitting castrations Fuck you up in one bar just cos I lack patience I chat shit as long as the words fit and I'm rhyming Walk around head high, just like I run this island They're all cubic zirconia, but me I bring the diamonds Quartz crystals in my mind so I never slip on timing I love a bitch, but everyday I suck my own dick My head's fucking massive but somehow it still won't fit And I won't stop until everybody hates me Cos I'm a fucking prick but every single thing I make's deep Yo, I'm on some far out shit, what I say is too much I don't give a shit Break toilets when we drop our shit Cos what I say is too much, I don't give a shit I'm on some far out shit, what I say is too much I don't give a shit [Verse 4: Dirty Dike] The dirty freak, every single pervert has heard of me And any piece of skirt that serves herpes with burgermeat I tell a slut to shut up, and give her purse to me The worst you see a person on this earth to be absurd is me Certainly, I pay to fuck a bird and give her dirty pee A pair of dirty knees and leave her scared of what she's learned to be Work for free? I'd rather grab a quack-pig and fuck it's head Tug it's flesh, cuddle it and fuck it till there's nothing left I'm the wanker with the clever gob, what? Plus I'm the twat who put a banger through your letter box I killed a cat just out of anger and I never stopped It's real as that, when we strangle for you head to pop Desperate not what I got the pick of the bunch Taking bitches off the list while they're fixing their cunts I'm literally blunt, and if this shit isn't enough? I'll take a big swig from the piss in the cup I'm like yo I'm on some nightmare shit, take a razor blade straight to your clitoris I'm on some dikestar shit, cos my name is not James it is triple six I'm on some owl's claw shit, what I say is too much for you little pricks I'm on some syndicate shit, Flock about, sitting in your living room pissed [Verse 5: Verb-T] Ay yo, I lost my brain, found a cotching place Up on top of graves, do a lot of dirt and I'm not ashamed Got a flame that I hold to em, learn bitches Now my competition are nothing but burn victims Cut the lights out turn the cameras off You sense danger like swimming in the amazon While I climb a church spire and I dangle off Slamming shots, wanking off with the hand of god While them fools sound Pampers soft That's why I trample on them Temper flairs, goddamn anger problem I'm Bruce Banner with a temper, I balance my agenda while embarrassing contenders You x-factor try out, die now, painfully Aim, release, bulls-eye, you're off to meet your maker g I don't know what they make of me I'm self made, but that's funny, cos you could still make my tea