MERRY X-MAS, heres your present
FUCK off I’m aggravated by you wack mc's fueling my Rage/
This anger that blazes inside me must be caged/
Labeled as Lethal, my lyrics give you wounds, mutual/
N-imy a total fake, artificial, rhymes superficial/
The only N-Imy you have is your self, you dope? Now that’s just a myth/
For deep within lies your lyrical wackness, which you fear to deal with/
In your brains cerebral cortex; Lyrical dopeness injected/
Spreading throughout your veins, this is your fate, accept it/
You’ll need more then an internet firewall to get by me/
I’ll extinguish it with my lyrical 'coolness'/
Blessing the mic with my lyrics touch of dopeness/
Which I posses, your weakness my rhymes suppress/
Taste my red blood, blood cells full of infinite 'sickness', running to my brainstem/
Inserting 'vaccine' injections, but my body 'rejects' em, condemns em/ like the body rejects
Foreign organz/
Merry X-mas heres your present, fulla heat, Gift wrapped to perfection/
I aint santa, but I know you aint gonna live to see another one, unless is your resserction/
The only way you can 'bust a nut' iz when I stomp on your balls/
You blessing the mic? I don’t mean give it a 'hand job'/
YOu just challenged death, sucking in your soul, back down for your own sake/
Ripping out your veins, tearing em from your brain iz just the icing on the cake/
If you spitting 'flame' then I’m spitting liquid/
Cuz my lyrics adapt to yours and takes me ova so u can’t kick it/
Fuck crack, my lyrics don’t come in envelopes but deadlier then anthrax/
Creeping throughout your body, squeezing your lungs giving you a heart attack/
Take you aback, leaving you paralyzed and stiff, like the flow u lack/
Looking desperately for my weakness, time u realize now bitch I don’t have none/
My power is infinite, fooled ya wigga, now my lyrical reign has begun! /
R.I.P'ped
peace, no beef
-{bLaDe}