Forbidden Scriptures

[Breeze Evahflowin] Yo all's fair in love and war In this lyrical tug of war, I struggle more than most do Wrote a verse on the stamp, the man's postal Mid-coastal vocalist, Vakill the host of this Gave me a shout, yo Breeze, get in they ass Like shit when a baby come out Fuck rock the cradle, I rock the fatal I rock the cape and cop the cable with the stronghold fist piece Packed with mo' liquor than an act rap Niggas is bitch weak Supabreeze, black batman, you can't escape me What it gonna take me Wile out and sabotage yo break beats So when your DJ cuts He gets his head blown to the fuck back of his buttcrack I cut thats with axe chops The nigga givin' you the finger, standin in the back of your snapshots And that's not the worst, add on the megahertz Throwin' bodies like the high seas crashin the earth [Camu Tao] Twenty-four twelve gauges, pointin' at twelve faces Shred the ugly mugs to bits and send 'em to hell places Gimme six seconds, i'll share a sick fetish And million photos to your walls so you can watch your bitch get it It's Bruce Banner with the screws loose of a loose cannon With a hand grenade and a pistol to introduce panic I wanna fuck your whore in the mouth because I hate her guts Hangin with me in a battle was unlikely Like holding anything in your hand like a thousand fucking paper cuts I got some sharp shit for your smart ass Well son I wet the windshield thru your throw that through your car crash And I be tugging on you like you making me wanna vomit Man you're looking messed up Left your body lookin like welch up from the chest up Sicker than ten lizards, clawin at ten niggas Hotter than ten comets and colder than ten blizzards Came out of the c-section blocked a and b Toss anything at me, you still ain't grazin me Get so ill it still amazes me My brains a metal case, casin' a metal store and I guarantee I'll be up through the mall nigga ready to war [Jakki] Yo, you ever hear a nigga scream he wanna battle Jakki? Ya see that the hold of god of a man that's out of his mind I'm bitchin my enemies soft with traps that out of his time Inchin delivery, pork a rapper out of his spine I'll snatch a rapper out his god damn element Stomp you out with the force of fifty elephants I'll take you so far it becomes irrelevant Shrink myself into your brain and i'll assault your intelligence I'm hell sent your little angel, I stunt quickly And the devil just said, "You cannot fuck with me!" I'm killin songs, I do it without a rap You can drop a billion bones but won't do it without a strap Battlin me you find the words onto deciding factor I can reverse your brain and make every word you say come out backwards Bring the sickest emcee to me to stare in silence A hotly sized body it start infecting his iris There ain't nothin that you can do to excite me You slow enough to make a snail look like it's pushing light speed My words are excrement projectiles The shit I talk will make your asshole wanna file divorce and leave your bowels You ain't shit to mine, I cripple spines and split ya lines I slow down reality just so you can't rip on time Like retinas with feet connectin an ass, I hit behind Go ask your mom to take your place nigga that bitch your rhyme [Copywrite] I walk on stage, dick in hand Outspit your clan I don't like crowds feelin' me no matter how stiff they stand Cravin Copywrite to spit on a strict diet of fiberglass and bricks So you cats can't bite my shit Don't stomp on my crews fame standing on the roof of McDonalds The only way you reach the top of the food chain So what you reachin for the mic for I hate my own rhymes, what the fuck makes you think I'mma like yours It's been killin' me how your clique isn't feelin me yet Fuck a mic check, give 'em a disability check X-rated, make songs to stress haters Fuck an H bomb, I wanna hear some napalm and flex blazin I battle fifty weak flow donors And beat the odds like an abusive freak show owner Past foul lifes now identical to my rap style Take a shit in a crib and wipe my ass with a bath towel Still shittin, still hittin twenty bottles Seven henny bottles later, still spittin semi auto My acapella chokes overrated herbs Rhyme setter sellin dope, so you know I got a way with words And fuck edit, engineer, let the swears stay Like I'm gettin any motherfuckin' airplay Pure hunger vicious with a track Use my little underground fame to lure younger bitches in the sack [Vakill] Bet you didn't think it get more vicious when attack With ink and sort form a syntactical union syntactical units Practice communion, drinkin' the blood of Christ And then became anemic, I'm amademically Spit a chalk outline when I stock up parents swallowers Polish my nuts, yo affection is cash You still can't afford to talk outshinin With service buying drenches on my knife Masochist mastubatory, dick riders beat within nine inches of they life Y'all gay, questioning why I think with my dick so much Because it's the smartest thing to come out of your mouth all day Twenty-four bricks when I pen a gram I battle the side of a pentagram of a satanical cult cycle while wearin adult diapers So it depends how hard I shit on you and not bitch Cross your t's and your preparation h's I got an extinction agenda in these desperation ages Fuck up the game so bad that I have to skip payin dues And go directly into the payin reparation stages Scathe the pain when it's pen pokin and invokin' the crimson cascade and rain And the beef is never over until a fat bitch drops a bar like Roseannes maiden name In my universal killables Cause to shook up to bein' an assassin It's bein ash the first two syllables My genetic makeup is not that abnormal hell I'm half lead and when I'm buried in the back of a head Is the only way i'll be a shell of my former self, think about it