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by **Spyder** » Jun 13th, '10, 18:52

some recycled/some new

Y’all tryin to fillet the game I try to eat it raw
Hellen Keller punches y’all aint never seen before
Droppin audio you havent heard me speak at all
Just seen me posses letters like a fuckin ouija board
to much flossin your gums start bleedin brah
bite worse than my bark and I aint even teething dog.
Bunch of phonies in rap boastin action and violence
Underground lyrics hardcore with platinum alliance
So in the lab my chemistry massive with my hits
So my tracks universal, im radio-active… its science
Im out of this earth how am I not lost yet
With aliens spaceships making me profit.
I predicted my place in the game like nostradamus
Mainstream appeal brain underground like an ostrich.
So its easy to see why I be takin the charts
Plug the mic cord in my chest to hear it straight from the heart
Viagra style I come amazingly hard
Spit the last verse first, backwards, your done straight from the start.
Your style Shady and you hit Rock Bottom it seems
But you a bottom bunk rapper, aint even on top in ya dreams
You aint talkin like me see, im to outspoken
Its like my fuckin tongue leaves all your mouths housebroken.
You now down chokin, dead and aint gettin up
Stay off my track, my train of thought will Eddie Griffin ya
Man of the hour, broke the hour glass to keep my reign alive
Any MRI picture still aint get my frame of mind
My style aint a mystery so go back to the bible
Y’all cyclops, have to double take to see the way that I do.
My rage primal, I keep comin like lyrics you jacked off
All your words mine first, all you speakin is backwash.
Claim you hard with a temper heated… is that all?
I just see you as a tempur pedic… yes that soft
Voice garbage, trash talk, you just shit at best
Hit you like 1 2 so you die from my second hand like cigarettes
Flow November 11th… hit the vets,
With a throat like paris hilton, you know I spit the best.
Cant leave quite yet aint done what I need to do
Need to go Mike Vallely and beat ya crew.
Spit the heat maybe drop some Ether too,
Call me out 3 times I start some shit like BeetleJuice.
My bullets costly, you cant afford the gun
I just play with these pussies, I got bored of tongue.
My lyrics aggravate like im some sort of scum
So they try to clean my dirty mouth like orbit gum.
Rappers only wanna get rich, fat pocket get lipo fast
But you got eyes on my money, call it geico cash
Ill light yo ass, too many bars for a sequel
Im Dr. Pepper my flavor cannot be equaled.
So people watch the flame as I lift the lighter
Youll get singed with fire if you spit with Spyder
Think its fun and games when you a writer
Stand up I lock this comedian down, Richard Pryor.
Your shits expired, false hope if you think its tight
When im the one who raise hands like midnight,
So get it right, you fucked up if you think this your setting
Talk big then cower away, you were just pretending
Claiming you king everyone else representing
But you only talk straight when you back track… Desiree Jennings.