anyone jump in

[Mantra]

We bake and boil and frame broil snake's smell the burning flesh
Bang the best from Brooklyn to Bangladesh
Bongo beat the best Mantra hungrier than baby eagles in the nest
Use nets to capture the fallen from three stories
My come up was gory a Gambit's bloody glory
Black bloody masked Voorhees violating more thieves
Slap bitches vicious see flying hair weaves
As watching seeds laugh at a psychopath
And the incoming enemies face a bloodbath
Wrath can't be contained it's expert aim
Blast em in the rain without a needle they died in vain
More hair loss due to stress use Rogaine
Propel the propane before the pigs came
Mantra public enemy number one who got game
Like Ray Allen a retired shooter who mastered his balance
Whyling like dogs with rabies reminiscing on the days I made gees illegally
If I pass in the game of death I'll be remembered like the great Bruce Lee

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Pencil in your answer,Every bar's the question................
My response is the answer,
No need for second guessing.
Fill in the blanks.........
I'm the reason tests get graded.
Every line you wrote in ink
Gets erased and outdated........
Multiple choice?
You picked the wrong selection.
I freestyle the truth,
You just circle misdirection.
Scantron flow................
I black out every section.
You studying my verses,
I'm writing the corrections.
Raise your hand if you confused,
Class is now in session.
Every punchline worth points,
Every round a new lesson.
Pencil in your answer,
I already know the score.
Before you finish writing,
I've written twenty more.
Teacher with the red pen,
Editing your chapter.
Every bar's the question—
My response is the answer.
No extra credit,
You can't curve this examination.
I'm the final exam,
You still stuck on orientation.
Bell rings—
I don't leave with detention.
I leave with straight A's,
You leave with honorable mention.

[JChavez]

Too vile to ever be honorable
Deeds unacceptable Stalin intolerable
Irate temper of agents in ICE detention centers
Examination deep cavity search exploitations
Diction preeclampsia pregnancy complications
Iverson couldn’t answer intricate questions
Convoluted lessons elaborate sessions
Obtuse pupils left extremely confused
Contraceptions instead of c-sections
Now they struggle with choices that are multiple
Stares in petrified eyes paralyzed
Torn lives hastily morphed to suicides
Plasma precipitations from slashed wrists
Wish they could have been on Schindler’s list
Self-immolation over death implementation
Optimal conditions to carry out executions

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

​Y'all got more commercial breaks than WWE Premium Live Events,
Every time you build momentum
Somebody’s yellin', "We'll be right back!"
I'm uninterrupted straight pressure, no edits,
You all filler, no thriller, I came for the credits.
Every round get interrupted
where the competition went?
I'm the main event, you the ad before the match,
Soon as I touch the mic, the ratings never crash.
Can't keep a flow together, you got bad writers like tv show
In hip hop ghost writting is a no go!!!
every punchline hitting like you owe me rent.
Come on the track commercial-free, premium bars with no delay,
You buffering like bad wifi throughout your verse
while I'm stealing the whole show…………
like the showstopper…………..

[JChavez]

I’ll show O'Shaquie Foster ice water
Titanic doomed after it ran into this glacier boulder
Without delay I murder on tracks like Colin Ferguson with gat
I’m nicer than your favorite rhymer’s ghostwriter
Cujo blight after diseased bat bites how I’m rabid on mics
In regards to pugilist prowess I’m main event per Dan Duva
Squared-circle reckless as Bam Margera in Porsche Panamera
Formidable competition must proceed with caution
Or their lifecycles will get abruptly interrupted
Mainframes corrupted before lifespans disrupted
Guillotine choke pressure until tendons rupture
Tectonic quakes after laryngeal skeletons break
Hardheaded craniums OceanGate disintegrate
Perished remains extremely deep like Lochness
I’ll impair prefrontal cortex like extreme stress
John Doe foes with tagged toes will lay low

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

North, south, east, west
I'm still in attack mode,
Its BLASTMATIC automatically tragic....Every longitude and latitude
Coming packed with rap quotes.
They ask where I'm headed
I just point to the sky,
If the world is the stage,
then tonight I'm worldwide.
globally lyrical made miracles
like i'm at my parents house eating cereal
​watching saturday morning cartoons

[JChavez]

Been beast since Saturday Night Fever
John Travolta in suits made of polyester
Even in womb I was too old to watch cartoons
Grew up quick due to sick wits in this morbid orbit
Became killer in serial with maniacal cerebral
Victims couldn’t be saved by Smokey miracles
Globally I’m a Caine/O-Dog menace to society
Murder-for-hire homicides done worldwide
Django uncaged, perilous planet is my stage
I point barrels between the eyes not the sky
Dylan Klebold’s stronghold at Columbine High
No black trench coat but packed with baked gats
In a T-shirt printed in blood red the word wrath
Purgatory gates wide-open to darkest paths
Tragic like mentally handicapped martyrs in Iraq
Even in death mode I’m always in constant attack

[JChavez]

Masses tell talkin’ heads
About irate embers ogles flared red
Where welfare is whelmed by warfare
Ravenous buzzards hover above scraps
Force-8 gale winds howl like wolfpacks
Thunder clamor from distant wave runners
160 degree dens high up in hollow trees
Mummified fluid obstructs arteries
Misdeeds drug-related abodes raided
Women deflowered by semen lubricated
Flat-chested females turned well-endowed
Vengeance by proud martyrs avowed
Isolation grief-stricken choked chickens
Orgy fornication to solo masturbation
Same-sex adultery morphed bestiality
Blind with vacant glares stare at despair

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Put ’em down for the three-second count.......
one, two, three…Watch ’em kick out, stuck on stupid, can’t compete with me.
Y’all stuck in third gear—SHIFT, switchblade, grenade,
Hell of a cascade, faster blade when the cuts get made.
Cut up like Comedy Central whenever I’m onstage,
Run the page before I hit CTRL+ALT+DELETE—erase.
Task Manager flow, I’m ending your whole process,
Crash your operating system, now your program’s nonsense.
No safe mode saving you, I’m breaking through the code,
Heavy bars overload every server node.
Reboot the whole game when the Sheep Lord logs in,
Put the championship down, watch the match begin.
Ref slaps the mat, but you escape by a fraction,
So I SHIFT into another gear and double the action.
One, two—kick out? I’ll restart it again,
CTRL+ALT+DEL.......now that’s how your era ends.