dumb shit

[ebano bianco]

preachin cash rules to trap fools in wack schools of thought
dirty mack packin the ak in the back of the porshe
corrupt as fuck but it dont matter
pushin rhymes like weight
tippin the scales with album sales
sold out shows from state to state
reppin the west servin stress but you'll never see the P
ask about me
bringin wall street to its knees
flippin bricks in hits
you drop girls
i drop stock tips
spittin bout bitches on ya dick
i put tricks on the clit
you wanna be the baddest
addicted to the madness
toss a cave bitch and call the ho and actress
big pimpin shot caller don mega big baller
bitches bowin down got ya feelin 6 ft taller
if ya really are a diet
yo, fuck it tell ya daughter
ebony neck
gettin ready for the slaughter

[Sccit]

mackin jackin stackin paper gettin faded every day
leavin competition buried in the cemetary grave
get off the mic, who said you could rap man?
if i wanted some garbage id go diggin in the trash can
i'm that man...that's fuckin em up comin up in the game
my crew consists of killaz never catch me kickin it wit a lame
(you square hoes will never understand tho)
u cant flow and your mans, he can't throw hands
he a pansy, i hitemwita left jab tho...damn bro
u never knew that i could do what it do, bustin moves witout a dance floor
and i'm the one in the crew wit 100 thousand blunts to light
hydro i blow only og, dank weed got me comin tight
and u cant even deny it i spit tight shit
dont even try sccit when i'm behind the mic kid
and i'm the illest rapper u heard but never heard of
nowadays aint noboday fuckin wit me everybody gets murdered

[ebano bianco]

makin money offa crackers like they got that hood mentality
impressionable lil muppets
need a good dose of reality

[daytondanger]

Dumb shit, Thy words stick together like constipation
Let this tiny Daytonian serve a plate of inspiration
then your rhymes will squirt out like a female ejaculation
Mr. Fountainhead constructing poetry like an architect
slouch back while Archibald Ogden cuts me a fat Check-
Mate as we navigate through this dark cyberspace
sacrificing pawns, rooks and queens
Needless to say last man standing is I the King-
Kong Kesser a little fellow with healthy bowels
while you squeeze and push, sounding like a horny owl
fumbling with your vowels, it's time to throw in the white towel.
While I go write a novel about a guy named Howell
who built a fortune selling defect garden trowel's.
See that's some smart shit, a tasty little tidbit
serve it as a canapé on a tray for you nitwit's.
Eat up on this rare occasion
when I bless the key-style section.

[ebano bianco]

evidently without evidence
ita all just a coincidence
laced with pretence to prevent
prosecution of the presidents
the kiss of infamy's heaven sent
deliver me from innocence
was hell bound now im hell bent
on exposing these experts of devilment
exiled to a permenant state of repentance
a self imposed sentence
paying my penance
adding three cents when disected
inspected
disrespect the connected
correction
the protected
pickin on insects that infect and wreak havoc on the elected
revenge is to be expected
especially when your expected to hate