Graveyard Chamber
verse 1 dreddy krueger
I be the Bushwick dutchmaster rapper
I love black women and I hate fuckin crackers
Check me yo
My breath stink 'cause I smoke skunk punk
everyday of the month
in a dutchmaster fuckin blunt
Bust the cliche
Niggas talkin he-say-she-say about me
ya bitch-ass-niggas
Y'all not ass, y'all titty
y'all style is shitty
How dare you try to represent New York fuckin City
I been down since BVDs and dew rags
shelltops and shags
I was a little badass with regular and tre bags
Always tryin to get shit I never had
'cause times is bad like luck
That's why I don't give a fuck
I dig up my nose and my butt
on the bus or the train
This is for niggas walkin in the rain
listenin to they walkman(e)
talkin the New York fuckin slang
verse 2 Killah Priest
I stalk the face like a leopard
The microphone shepherd
is speakin parables one and two, catch it
The brain counselor, track fertilizer,
the murdalizer
You never heard a wiser
I open heads like the archives
Allow me to explain my brain in the darkside
I strike ya beam
and watch it gleam
I'm solar,
steadfast, patient like Noah
The rap psycho
be the enlightener
Prey upon the weak and strong I'm the sniper
And light that ass like gasoline
I dig through your chest like a jar of vasoline
I leave your brain regurgitating plancid
until your rhymes are exaperated
I clip up a niggas thoughts
with a pool of zodiac signs
and I slowly attack the mind
The Killa Priest will bend your ideas
I see you cry in fear
There's no surviving here
my vote goes to Dreddy Kruegar
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