(Let′s goooo)

MCF, better than Vinnie Paz

A demigod of rapWith a semiautomatic gat

Now that's a fact

Attractive to women

They want it from the back

No matter if they a vanilla bitch

Or kinky hoe that has smelly feet and stinky toes

Really though, I give no fucks bout anyone

As long as I still get a million pennies this millennium

I′d kidnap your granny from

The nursing home, I'm loco, homes

Full blown psycho, ready to blow your lights out

Murderous like a taifun to all weebs

And their waifus, like you wolf

Also, I'm a rude creep applying lube to the

Fruits of nude mute girls for science shlürp

Whoops! Surely this can′t be true though

What am I implying?

Knocking

Noooo, FBI man, I swear that I was lying

Well you can try and tell that to the judge

Fuck, well then it′s time to run like hell I guess

Fly to escape these felony charges

But I tumbled and fell hard on my ass

Arrested in my own apartment, F to pay respects

I can't get enough weed love smoke cough

Still above

Black Butterfly in my mind

Risin′ high, spittin' lines

Tells me the story of my suicide

I don′t cry

Tellin' lies

Want to unchain all these urges to die

Never mind

I can′t get enough weed love smoke cough

Still above

Try to forget all the bad things

Try to reset till the bells ring

Nevertheless

I am build for success

I feel guilt for success

They don't want me to rest

Because I am the best

Wait

Wake n bake

I'm too late

I can′t wait

No more

Need to roll

No control

Smoke it all

For sure

I can′t get enough weed love smoke cough

Still above

High in the clouds

Fly on the ground

Down to the sound

DJ

Start the next round

CN:SUICIDE - the best on the mic

Fastest when I ride, got the rest out of sight

Now I'm on the top, it gets lonely sometimes

Leave others behind, I got cash on my mind

Ignoring her texts, I need positive vibes

Connecting is hard, can′t say that I haven't tried

Dominating the game, the smartest, the largest

Not close to the tallest but my dick is the hardest

You′re trying so hard, I'm collecting the harvest

You′re try'na figure the rules to play this game

I'm making new ones, cause it can′t stay the same

Running in circles, cause life is a cunt

I got some purple, start rolling the blunt

I′m staying inside, not pulling a stunt

I'm ending up shipwrecked having no fun

(Ending up shipwrecked having no fun)

Let′s goo

Quiet, quiet, I think I need quiet

Couple gunshots then that shit went silent

Everything I oughta do for silence

Everything I shot at you in violence

I'm sorry, ′cause I everything I wanna do in life is

Way more important, this is right, don't

Spray more ignorance, it′s all fine just

Wait for it for it, I can minus

This hate pouring pouring out with my fists

Bring kindness, make sure that sure that I find this

Path in life to rid of you players

Mad that I got rid of you haters that possess me

So I can be the best me

Addressing these issues before they can inflict doom

Depressed and these tissues ain't soaking up the issues

So flexing might hit you, I'm woke enough to get you

So bitch you might wanna prepare soon

Quiet down with the hate and karma might spare you

Bitch

(It′s lit)

Yo Embis, fire bro

And its interlude time just now

I′m in the mood to rhyme again

Drop these diamond bars

I wrote some time ago

It seams his seamstress

Is in in distress

Is it because she's his

Mistress instead?

It′s in his life best interests

If his wife thinks that

His seamstress is just

In the clothes business

But the bitch she found out

She was bound to

She heard the sound of dick riding

In the bedroom and in a fit of rage fighting

She slit the mistresses tits off

This made his dick soft

Like pictures of Rick Ross

Cause he is no faggot

Anyways she also cut his balls off

Sad end to the story

(Oh gooood)

Yo Sav, lay your verse

Do your best, do your worst

Let 'em rest in Peace

Put the mask on

And put ′em in a hearse

(Put 'em in the the dirt)

1998, put the mask on once and it formed to his face

Another good example of wrong time and wrong place

He left with no trace except with one of those

Wack emcee crumbs on his dinner plate

I guess he ate one too many

Waiter came up to Mela he said "No, I got plenty"

Please, was that his entire cypher verse?

Nah, Sav got plenty rhymes they just can′t fit in the purse

Darkskin from Hell

Mela walked in

Whole room wouldn't dare to tell, or couldn't

His face was all jacked up

Cracked ear to ear looks like it attracts muck, yuck

To be exact, they wouldn′t dare interact

Smiley face so scary the whole room stepped back

But who really gives a fuck?

Dettask with both fists up so to any emcee shmuck

"Uh, what′s up?"

6dank and 9me

The finest person I could be

Did something in the past that now I disagree

Took a step back moved past the setback

Now on my verses will never lack

Get me a ton of stacks bitch I'm a shooter

Uh-uh, this MAC ain′t no computer

Those who speak up I peak through your window

To kill you and make it look accidental

You're witnessing the birth of a genius

Emerge from fire as the new phoenix

The captain of the rap enterprise

Ain′t at a restaurant when I cannibalize five guys

Sit atop my cash pile and I'm sky high

If I jump off it then I might die

Went from police hit list to Billboard′s hits list

I feel bad for my ancestors this verse is what they missed

(Oh my god)

Yeah, r1o

Back from the dead

Fuck what I said

Left a trail of red

On the path to top

While trying to get ahead

Fuck it

Take the wheel while self medicated

Washed it down until intoxicated

Now a murderous madman like MC

Trying to top the verse and become the best MC

But if I keep going this way I'll end up in a fucking hearse

This shits gotta disperse before it gets worse

This shit is more than another fuckin' verse

Every rhyme I gotta give it my all

Until the day I fuckin′ fall

This shit is more than some lyrics

But you all refuse to fuckin′ hear it

Because after this there is no encore

Once your body hits the floor

And they close the fuckin' door

This is all you have left you can′t give any more

If you're pure to the core

Rich or poor

Or just a fuckin′ whore

With your life I implore

Please do more

Yeah, r1o

A mag and a magnum

I spat a new fast one

I slap em I rack em

I'm backing I′m tracking

I spat on a napkin

Pens on my pad man

Enter the badlands

I am the fat man

Guess you're an ass hat

Yes you a lab rat

Bitch I'm a black cat

Clenching my rap cash

Dime or a fat stack

It′s mine, now get snapped

Never gentle forever mental

This instrumental get my incredible

Venom momentum into your

Forgettable mind while I′m regretting a line

But I'm inventing a mime

But I′m ahead in my mind

So, while you're in bed I′mma grind

You an inedible find

You making federal rhyme crimes

Instead of my lifetime

Of criminal mind lines

I spit 'em with nine kinds

Of different fine wines

I′m sipping a pipeline of vine lime