[Scratches: Evil Dee]

Death on the phono, my skills are porno

You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]

I'mma kick it to y'all frankly

So all you weak niggas can hate me

Jealous cause they know I'm the shit, like Mr. Hankey

Reintroducing Ras Kass, the waterproof

I'm too deep, you Too $hort

Standin' on two feet, drownin' in two feet, kapeesh?

I defy the feat by defecating on beat

Fuck how you feel

I've got an oral fixation with spitting liquefied razors

So ill that they cut through steel

So if my album ever sell 3 mil

I'm slashing every rapper with a deal

Every nigga with a video look like Seal

'Kiss From a Rose' - Not, more like a peck from Jada'

Even with a spectator

Ranked this nigga 45 in Blaze 50 greatest MCs

Good looking but I beg to differ, though

Body of evidence

My molecular structure based on the table of elements

I'm CmH4, NL3, IV3, PGe2, Rb4, PmS4, Br1, At5

I'm complex with curriculums combined

A next level innovator with invigorating rhymes

Plus slightly thugged out, but revolutionary with minds

Spit my message with grime

Five years ahead of my time

Two thousand and five

I'mma be that nigga beatin' down traffic cops at stop signs

Now put that in your glass dick and smoke it

Who the dopest? if Ras spoke it, loc'est

The most focused wrote the opus, Nature of the Threat

Fost focus richest the bok'est could get it like

I'm sexually transmitted, bidditch

Yeah, yeah, Evil D make it ill for me, spit it

[Scratches]

"Death on the phono, my skills are dolo

You say 'oh no', you bitch ass homo"

[Verse 2: Ras Kass]

It's that underground b-boy shit, just a beat and a rhyme

As simplified as a heat and a crime

True lyricists always get felt

Cause I rarely masturbate dog, but I always be feelin' myself

I rep' Golden State Warriors, I rep' The Horsemen

Get pissy drunk and forced to pray to porcelain

God, I'm worse than Cupid, stupid

Love is Lust, so my glands release hollow point endorphins

Bitch nigga, I'm mighty morphin' into a larson

Forcin' grown men into a forced a-dult abortion

Make it scorchin' hot to death then drop it arctic

So MCs shatter like glass next time a nigga sparks shit

Make sense, even if I don't make dollars

Asiatic ghetto scholar

Y'all grafted like seedless grapes and rottweilers

My hoochie bitches pop that pussy while my pimp niggas pop they collars

And pop stars- these the last days of disco

It's all about me-me-me-me-me

Cause I’m Mya with a big dick, though, you faggot like Sisqo

You thumbs down six feet like Ebert & Gene Siskel

I'm blessed with my Father's complexion and my Mother's features

I'm unique, different from all other creatures

I be rocking a black doo rag tellin pigeons youse a motherfuckin fool

And they be like 'you look like Ja Rule, but that's cool'

I guess all short, chocolate, chinky eyed niggas look alike, boo

Let the pen stroke, so the track have a heart attack

You blind, baby, give your cataracts cataracts

Matter of fact, face it, I'm just not the norm

More graphic than porn

I'm like eye witnessin' a matador get his rib cage crushed

Lung pulled by a raging bull's horn, I put it on like a uniform

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