Menzo & Innovation Present: Lyrical Appreciation Thread

[WakeUpShow]

You ’bout to see peace destroyed
It’ll never be restored
When I unleash these beastly hoards on your CD stores
Wanna stop it, you gon need a priest and at least three swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, 3 ouija boards
And a squeegee and please be warned don’t ask for the squeegees for
Or the holy water, acid rapper that’ll eat these floors
Eat a hole in the rhyme book, you see these horns?
And as for me, you ask where I’m going, will he be mourned?
Is puke luke warm? Should Casey Anthony do porn?
Can that chick fit a newborn dead baby inside her freakin shoebox
with a shoehorn, smother in chloroform so she can go get her groove on?
Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus? Joell yo,Tell Joe I need his empty box from his old shell toe adidas
So I can put these babies in the fetal position, they’re getting elbows to the penis
Yeah, big deal. I took some little kids big wheel, and spit in his fricken big kids meal Quit tryna bite me and pinch, you winch sit still
You just put your six inch heel through my Benz windshield?
Is it dust we bout to kick up?
Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup?
Between a stick shift in his fricken pick up
And drink like a hick, redneck, hillbilly will till he gets hiccups?
Flippin the script up like Mike Vick
Get bit in his junk by a pit, yup I’m a sick pup
I’d be a horrible magician, cause I’d f*ck that trick up
Fix ya lips up to say something fly, or zip up
A-B? Let’s C. You said you were gonna do X-Y-Z
Till you f*ck around and get dropped like an E
When you add an I-N-G
Don’t put a K in front of that though, When I MC
Cause I’m not the king of this microphone booth
It’s more like a phonebooth
Superman in this bitch, kryptonite won’t do
It gives me more power, I bump the fat boys and
Eat rat poison, and take meteor showersFresh outta the mental hospital and me not flossing a middle finger
While I hop in a mosh pit, 'll be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy?Me pushing up daisies, that thought is impossibleIs it flashing across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostituteWith a huge Johnson, boobs(huge Johnson is an inverse in the same rhyme scheme), and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties, and an aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it ain’t happenin
I’m a rap till I’m fossil fuel

[Eedee]

You ’bout to see peace destroyed
It’ll never be restored
When I unleash these beastly hoards on your CD stores
Wanna stop it, you gon need a priest and at least three swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, 3 ouija boards
And a squeegee and please be warned don’t ask for the squeegees for
Or the holy water, acid rapper that’ll eat these floors
Eat a hole in the rhyme book, you see these horns?
And as for me, you ask where I’m going, will he be mourned?
Is puke luke warm? Should Casey Anthony do porn?
Can that chick fit a newborn dead baby inside her freakin shoebox
with a shoehorn, smother in chloroform so she can go get her groove on?
Can she duct tape and Velcro a fetus? Joell yo,
Tell Joe I need his empty box from his old shell toe adidas
So I can put these babies in the fetal position, they’re getting elbows to the penis
Yeah, big deal. I took some little kids big wheel, and spit in his fricken big kids mealQuit tryna bite me and pinch, you winch sit still
You just put your six inch heel through my Benz windshield?
Is it dust we bout to kick up?
Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup?
Between a stick shift in his fricken pick up
And drink like a hick, redneck, hillbilly will till he gets hiccups?
Flippin the script up like Mike Vick
Get bit in his junk by a pit, yup I’m a sick pup
I’d be a horrible magician, cause I’d f*ck that trick up
Fix ya lips up to say something fly, or zip up
A-B? Let’s C. You said you were gonna do X-Y-Z
Till you f*ck around and get dropped like an E
When you add an I-N-G
Don’t put a K in front of that though, When I MC
Cause I’m not the king of this microphone booth
It’s more like a phonebooth
Superman in this bitch, kryptonite won’t do
It gives me more power, I bump the fat boys and
Eat rat poison, and take meteor showersFresh outta the mental hospital and me not flossing a middle finger
While I hop in a mosh pit, 'll be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy?Me pushing up daisies, that thought is impossibleIs it flashing across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostituteWith a huge Johnson, boobs(huge Johnson is an inverse in the same rhyme scheme), and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties, and an aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it ain’t happenin
I’m a rap till I’m fossil fuel

God that shit's cash. Em fell off, yep.

[WakeUpShow]

I know right, shit amazes me. Let's just cherish the fact that we have this lyrical genius with us before he's gone.

The first rhyme scheme "CD stores" and the one with "Johnson, boobs" really are mind-blowing. You can tell he's pissed at people saying he's pop and can't write monstrous lyrics. Although the
zip up/trick up/ hick up/ lips up part seemed really lazy. I think he just may have been freestyling that bit....

[Eedee]

Yeah the CD Stores rhyme scheme was definitely him just saying "here. now shut the fuck up".

Good job highlighting the shit too. Much appreciated!

Can't wait till his next album/features. Shit should be extra cash.

[WakeUpShow]

Yeah the CD Stores rhyme scheme was definitely him just saying "here. now shut the fuck up".

Good job highlighting the shit too. Much appreciated!

Can't wait till his next album/features. Shit should be extra cash.

same here man, hopefully he keeps this complexity up.

[Eedee]

I'm King cuz I have a disorder, haha, I'm complex.

[ColdWindCriminal]

Dunno if this is relevant to the thread, but in Amityville when he says "ask bizzy" it sounds like "axe-busy" I think that's intentional and is a great hidden lyric.

[Innovation]

Man, I surprised how popular this thread has gotten. Cheers guys!

[Sam.]

@Menzo: If possible upload the File for each Albums when it's done, that way you can seal the complaining mouths shut.

[Sam.]

I know, I tried doing it myself.I ran out of patience like tap water.

[Eedee]

I know, I tried doing it myself.I ran out of patience like tap water.

I ran out of patience, OTHER WORDS I'M AN UNEMPLOYED DOCTOR!

Man, you gotta have patience... doctor. *laugh*

[Sam.]

Okay! Back off let me spit.

I'm the acid man, I crack up motherfuckers like Amsterdamn
Get you so lift up I'm the answer man
Yo I'm killing all your patience like a cancer camp
I'm letting shots at ya legs like a gangster fan

[Eedee]

Okay! Back off let me spit.

I'm the acid man, I crack up motherfuckers like Amsterdamn
Get you so lift up I'm the answer man
Yo I'm killing all your patience like a cancer camp
I'm letting shots at ya legs like a gangster fan

okay.... *clears throat*
yo, welcome to the carter,
little shop of horrors,
bloody like a period,
after de-aryah.
haha, yeah.
i'm done.

[Sam.]

That shit was wack homie.

[Eedee]

That shit was wack homie.

But... I'm the King...