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(Ms.Lunaverse)
Like who's the worst?
Ms. Lunaverse or Sadam Huessein's bombing plane that's soon to burst,
Who wants first,
I got the soon ta hurt the universe when I shoot my verse,
Use the words and set yer date,
Your hardly a heavy pillow, call him a featherwieght,
You want beef? then fuck it I aint eaten lunch since yesterday,
Don't worry I got the mop and a bucket to start cleanin up the mess you made,
Unless you say she's dope for the people who underestimate,
I'm at least a hundred steps away runnin with my eyes closed,
That's right yo, Im writing with no typos with two fingers and a blindfold,
I'm ice cold, Got my left hand open and my right closed,
And I chose to silence ya right from the get go,
Soon as you hear this info you'll feel your skin go into slimm mode,
My lyrics defy gravity, oxygens only in the soul of me,
I'm freefallin from tree pollen with only my multis to hold me,
Right out the gate,
I'm out to take every amount of faith from out the place,
And I'm proud to say I'm bout to make ya frown ya face,
So now I say get out my way, Killin you quick without a trace,
(Ms. Lunaverse)
This is Bronx rap,
It's one on one combat so I walk with 2 glocks strapped,
It's Vinnie Paz after knockin a twenty pack of Henney back,
I've got so many tats, I write with the ink in my saliva,
There's no time to think so don't blink when I'm rollin by ya,
My whole empire is based off of two verses and a hook,
My fist hit so hard you swear there's two person's with one look,
I'll hit you anonymously until you're no one,
It's like a homerun the way your dome spun,
You're so done, now fall to your knees and bow to your shogun,
There's no one, not allah or Jesus Christ,
Can grab your soul before you leave this life,
I'm hittin your retinas leavin you blinded,
Hiding your soul so that you won't find it,
I spit bars that will disinegrate and level Midas,
And when I finish I'll diminish back to being the Devil's sidekick.
Right out the gate,
I'm out to take every amount of faith from out the place,
And I'm proud to say I'm bout to make ya frown ya face,
So now I say get out my way, Killin you quick without a trace
(Yah-hah)
I'm on my Jedi mind tricks bled my knife shit,
Wearing my cleats as I kill like who said I might slip,
It's almost romantic how this tandem writes on some red wine night shit,
And you're dead rightblind kid my gift is god sent,
No ones as evil as this person is or as merciless as my God is,
I'm takin your skull and breakin it like a white promise,
Don't test this Native American,
Scalp ya mothers face off and laughin while I'm wearin it,
Wearing my wolf skin like "Take it off your scarin em",
I'm darin them to even try to touch my metaphors,
I'll chokeslam you through the metal floor,
Then stab you with the devil's horns,
Your rhymin weaker than primal creatures' final tweeker,
Like you still use knives and cleavers for sinus tweesers
I'll cut your dime and keep her for my extra wind chime features