(Verse 1 - RainMan44)
Demented thoughts when I sentence jot
But, you know, first I gotta put my mind in a pleasant spot
So I, break up the swisher & roll a fat one up
Inhale the smoke into my lungs then I'm back to rappin', what
Can possibly be stoppin' me when I'm this close to Godly
My names gon' be mentioned with the Big's, Pac's and Hova's prolly
Once I'm through with this all, I prolly leave a few spirits shattered
Gear for battle, I done came up in an era where lyrics mattered
So you know I BE comin' raw, this shit ain't even fun no more
These Nig-gaz is fearin' me, like "What the fuck you runnin' for?"
Is it my lyrical wizardly, divine verses that end careers?
Sendin' tears, down the eyes of my competition, render fear-
-ful cats unconscious, when I LAY DA smack DOWN
One of the truest that do this, with the wicked rap style
So sit & prepare, say a bit of a prayer
And beware, 'cause I'm takin' over this year...ya hear?!
[Hook]
I'm sittin' here screamin' Fuck A Hook
You suckers took, an L now it's time to fuckin' book
Watch us raise hell with these cynic scriptures
We the two truest, few do this..like us, admit it will ya?
(Verse 2 - EvryOnesACrtc)
I prolly give off this image like "This guy's a cynic"
cold hearted--frozen like cryogenics
...when actually, I'm usually pretty shy and timid
held behind by this line of scrimmage
until I spit a line, then it's sky's the limit
I become Popeye with spinach
I think of rhymes 60 times a minute
with that style that you try to mimic
but I'm authentic, no lies or gimmicks
I got that cold remedy, kids...Triaminic
I'm too ahead of my time! You? Not modern
When I jot, it turns my thoughts rotten
My cock hardens--you best alarm the cop squadrons!
I use these rhymes as my oxycontin when I've got problems
till the day that they launch me out of rock bottom to pop stardom
The day that I'll stop jottin'?...The day that I stop knockin' the sox off 'em!
Yeah, that'll be the day I spot martians and get abducted right out my Doc Martens!!
[Hook]
I'm sittin' here screamin' Fuck A Hook
You suckers took, an L now it's time to fuckin' book
Watch us raise hell with these cynic scriptures
We the two truest, few do this..like us, admit it will ya?
(Verse 3 - RainMan44 & EvryOnesACrtc)
We know we don't prosper payin' attention to suckas
Your father shoulda left you for dead in his rubber,
Yeah, that's my only regret when I was in bed with your mother
Get in the truck!!--or I'll leave your head in the gutter
With ya brains on the pavement, the bread for your blood, we spread it like butter
You hear what we fuckin' said? Did we studder?!!
Every single category, we ahead of you fuckers
We're the greatest talents that were never discovered
Forever you fuckers is guessin', whether I'm tuckin' the Wesson
Fuck a four five, I LYRICALLY kill a whole tribe, once this hunger is present
You under impressions that you actually have great skills?
Hey, chill! Lay still and play dead or get straight killed
Everyone of you that I run into, know that I stay ill
I ain't the type that spit to make mills, I'm good as long I can pay bills
and have enough to party while I take pills
throw cash in your fake grills as I watch the hate build
[Hook]
I'm sittin' here screamin' Fuck A Hook
You suckers took, an L now it's time to fuckin' book
Watch us raise hell with these cynic scriptures
We the two truest, few do this..like us, admit it will ya?
RainMan44's LOF: viewtopic.php?f=24&t=149297&p=2002574#p2002574
EvryOnesACrtc's LOF: viewtopic.php?f=24&t=148549