M.V.L.L. (ft. Roy Rukkus and A.B.) - “Horrible”

[Emcee(s): Roy Rukkus and A.B.]

[Producer(s): Will Tell]

[Verse 1: A.B. and (Roy Rukkus)]

(Here’s how it is:) handle your biz. (Blast you and) dance with your kids

(Dismantle your ribs). Only a fraction of your crew’ll live

(Have you on the run like fugitives). You choose what it is:

(Life or death). I earn my stripes (and watch my steps)

Load up clips (and pop off TECs). Cops

Are not a threat. (I’ll play the check). There’s no regret

(I’ll flame your set) [?] (so pull)

(Your [?]) [?] (the king is wack)

Shoots cut no slack, ([?] this track)

You’ll play this back. (You claim it’s wack), a flaming axe

(A semi-auto MAC. Stop holding back)

(And blow your gat. Fake thug, close your track)

Again when I flash the trees in the stash. I breeze

When I pass [?] and blast [?] to clash

Irritating like rash. I’ll open your ass. (I’m quick, so I’m fast)

Let’s see if you last. (Don’t forget me from my past)

Enter with me, (I’ll dead an emcee). Psycho it is

(The life I live). The type to give, I’ll move and blur

The pain occurs when I stain a curb with

Your brain superb. Feel jacks, you heard? That’s my word

I’ll splat with verbs, (keep fat packs of herbs)

And bags of words, (slash the perv) and slap the nerd

Beat him down and seek in ground, creep, sweep

But sound. (Move, you lose your crown). How foolish now

School this clown, receive [?], retrieve

A pound. You’re screaming, “Ow.” Your spleen goes “pow”

[Hook: A.B. and (Roy Rukkus)] (x4)

(Pardon you. May I ask why your heart is blue?)

Did I startle you? (M-V simply horrible)

[Verse 2: A.B.]

Can you be large? But you’re petty. [?] you ain’t ready

Charge with a machete, quickly dice your squad into confetti

Bombing heavy [?] in your heart to get me

[?] receive a [?] award. You can’t

Afford for face-drop. An open fist [?], leave you

Seeing so many stars, you could make a constellation

Quick to stomp your face and do ya with heavy Ruger

Knew ya, kill you in your dreams like Freddy Krueger

Without the troops, without shots loose, give you abuse

Shouting truth. Battling you is like battling

Dr. Seuss. Lightning shocking Zeus and burn him to a crisp

Got your bitch yearning for a kiss, dick turning to her lips

Murder enemies emerging from the pits of limper

Your clique been shook from more than ten crooks with a million hooks

That’ll peel the looks off your face, battle in fights

Holding your ice to an icepick, get it broken on spite

Niggas want to bite? Go ahead. I’m the prototype

Start sparking the light. [?] what your heart is like

[Verse 3: Roy Rukkus]

My heart is cold [?]

Like a supernova, got your troopers rooting for my soldiers

Only shooting boulders ‘cause I’m mountain-climbing. I’m running out

Of time, got to keep striving for that fountain of diamonds

My mens be telling me how you say: fuck courtesy, you’ll murder me

How you hurting me at the same time getting surgery?

Certainly, clitoris moved in with the pyramids

I’m serious. If only did God know who catch periods

I’m furious and I’ll strangle you in any manner. You’ll receive

A can of whoop-ass, change Stars like the Spangled Banner

Bringing anger, mangled you. Freaking insane, couldn’t be tamed

I’m the main artist, flame brain bigger than [?]

Rip you out of your fame. [?] get it on

Your name must be “Toilet” ‘cause you stay getting shitted on

That’s my word—it’s bond. Stomp from a starving zoo

Did I startle you? M-V simply horrible

[Hook: A.B. and (Roy Rukkus)] (x4)

(Pardon you. May I ask why your heart is blue?)

Did I startle you? (M-V simply horrible)