Killah Priest
Heavy Mental
Fake MC's
[Killah Priest]
We've got a problem now, youknowI'msayin
Too many corny rappers, knowI'msayin
Pretenders, knowI'msayin
Chorus: (2x)
There's too many phony MCs out there this year
They best to beware
I've burnt thousands already
So get ready, lyrics are deadly
Niggaz keep frontin, ain't sayin nothin
Killah Priest remains calm and carry on
Go ahead sing your song, claim y'all dons
Rap superstars look cute with your cigars
Bitches like that and where your mics at
Bite me I bite back plus I break backs
Fuck it, you can sue me, yours truly
Niggaz sound booty
There's too many rappers in the east wanna be gangstas
Too many gangstas in the west wanna be rappers
Bunch of actors, I oughtta smack ya, who's your master
You sit down take a lesson, stop guessin
For years I had grace, saw your mad face
It only show bad taste, run around like you're delirious
Foamin from the mouth like you're furious
I'd rather be serious, keeps the audience curious
These MCs, nothin for your fans to see
It might cause casualties
Hollywood is not your neighborhood
And if it is give the mic to Natalie Woods
And y'all can be off to see the wizard
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, which are the A&R's
And you and Toto doing promos
Along with the scarecrow, you receive no dough
Chorus (2x)
I lay in the cut like a rock star
Lookin atcha cockeyed, cause your music sounds lopside
They sound tounge tied, butch of young guys
Have em hung high, watch they lungs fry
From the sunshine which is one rhyme generating from the mind
Killah Priest now late, I terminate
I burn and break and intimidate
I come cold as when the winter break
I put it into snakes, pretenders and fakes
Shake like an earthquake, I judge wisely
Between two pillars of poison ivy
For those that despise me, attach into the I.V.
Your pops should've bust you on the couch
And sent you down the mouth
Next time wear a condom when I step upon them
I make MCs memories
Whenever there's a symphony, I look sinfully
Been doing this for centuries
I write shit sick as Shakespeare trippin off of acid
Roll on you like John The Baptist with the rusty hatchet
I preach the word of God before I murder y'all
I swear I never heard of y'all
Chorus (3x)
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