[Intro (Sample)]

[VERSE 1: Demolition Mob]

You couldn't see me if you had four eyes like Mississippi

I gotta bitch that swallow slow, I call her Mrs. Hippie

I'm coming straight for teen rapper's necks like a hickey

Demolition Mob we bigger than double D titties

Get that slick talk out of your system

Before your body's red dotted like a chicken pox victim

My boy's down to cock back shoot and leave dents in ya'

One tec' is all it takes for me to start convincin' 'em

Swear Im going off like lights in a power outage

Warhead Mary Jane I be smkoing them sour ounces

Watch me tear this beat down like Wreck It Ralph

Other rappers suck like Amber Cole with a dick in her mouth

These niggas know not to step an inch in my sector

Cause I'll school that ass like a college professor

So pipe that noise that you fake rappers be talking bout

Cause you ain't even spittin' real you got cotton mouth

I tell these bitches give me brain like a zombie

Its ironic cause all my flesh eatin' niggas behind me

[VERSE 2: MARS of S.M.]

And I swear I be

Cranking hits out like I'm Bonds B

If you looking for a dope Emcee then nigga come find me

Uh...Flow is ill so everybody tryna' copy me (Yup)

A prodigy

Is there a heaven for someone who's hot as me?

A hot Emcee?

Probably not

They claim they hot but we

Know they all whack

They'll tell my story like the Odyssey (Uh)

So once I make it big

That's when I'll make it kid

I got the cleanest flow, ya'll dirty as some anuses (Gross)

Give up your rhyme book homie, you'll never make it kid

A dog eat dog world and you looking like the latest dish

Im just here to take what's mine, happily

The fact that these whack emcees got in the game still baffles me

And actually I'm just on my grind just like an athlete

Who passing me?

These other rappers ass to me, go ask for me

[VERSE 3: KUMA of S.M.]

Criminal swiftness

Foes on my criminal hit-list

Call me Jack-The-Ripper

Me and Mars be the Misfits

Drifting afar with my militia

Til we gotta run from pictures

And females embrace my diction

Sex with the words

Im effin' this verse

A perv on the verse

Bars the aphrodisiac

This beat I needed that

To make a beastly track

Lines tougher than Remy weave and tracks

My rhymes Big Albert...PHAT

(huh) SHOOT!

Lyrics from my mouth, niggas dissapear

POOF! genie in a bottle

LOOSE! I get on this instrumental

BOOM! the sound goes on this track with Demolition Mob

Too hard my squad is

BAD-A dollar sign dollar sign

No money but I got a lot of rhymes

Success in due time

But time won't faze me

I spit crazy

Im ghost, Patrick Swayze

Nigga!

Out!

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