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[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Spit locks minds get clocked at Mach one
the flash can't run solar flare turn get logo choke hold
post molds from clays I grow old flows younger than those flowing throwing them outta clubs with thuds blown mics out cha vocals my cords be strums
I’m dumber smarter than you by how I stick it like glue
Get reused, refused coming down like rain
Get drained like cum on your girl’s face
So don’t get maced or marooned
When I grease the wheels spit spew
never yield still feeling spewing flames
Out cha names out cha mouths get sounded and ya volume gets turned down
I don’t get lit I spit fully equipped off the rip
So the hook get hung and slang banged
or get it eaten like Elektra Nachos covering her tits
with nothing but a poncho
my shit be the head honcho of paul bearers
go get under take my under wakes open stakes
faded fakes laced outta wakes so my eulogy be ecology to my psychology

[Mantra]

Expert of dart science raging bull defiant
Black mamba like Kobe Bryant minus a rape charge you either love the God or oppose with a hate squad the heater bake squads oven degrees
Squeeze at light speed lyrical bullets expose kidneys and enemies bleed internally
The nicest eternally to burn a beat audio ashes
R.I.p. to the Masters who succumbed to diasters
As this prophecy is fulfilled the seeds study
The blueprints written in bold print
On my last stand as gifts baskets of gold sent
To my final place of rest a life full of restless success followed my dreams from the days free styling on the steps I listened to rakim and relax with pep the lightbulb never simmered
The flow still simmered as I crucified beginners

[Baby Face Nelson]

I apologise for my last verse. It was vulgar


Ayo. U no da score. Came out her sacred doors jan 24th. Mummy skills were self taught. Had my best days wen she waited for me outside those skool gates. I Wasnt hood raised n by the way my mum was my sun ray. Primary: sharing a classroom with mike hayes, anyways, skies grey she cheered me up with bolongnese. Was patient convincing me ma bed wettin days was just a phase christmas came of course surprising me wid all sorts as if it was law...goodies n n64s wiping me down with forcre wen i smoulded my school shirt with sauce the times when she deemed me too young for chores. sent me st thomas' we had this thing about promises. Never broke em...from 95 n beyond 2001 wid da white lunch tokens. We spoke on all my crushes that donna chick with the reddest of lips. Well before my infatuation with bums n an obsession with hips

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Sparing minds wanna know how you get that “glow” like Bruce Leroy
I’m a decept toy spit plows making rooks relook crossing guards
Battling ahrd run the cup over spill flames like hot coffee spilling on dames
Crooked clocked flows flops making raps thick like plaster
Tear you down like two by fours I rip it raw
Kick it hard like a kick by Van Damme
Know I ram it hard like a male pornstar
Go hard when I blitz ball blitz on spit on graves laser upgrade hammerhead
Fast lane past pain shaft came making it worldly
Been gnarly by how written’s get knighted like Michael Knight

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Leave lyrics alone and take your panties home
You better leave lyrics alone and take your panties home…

Your life is a health violation
Poor man’s microphone economy is another word for man’s menstruation
Masturbation fascination big tits allowed
Clout cows mask vowed to avenge
Reattend class just to pass gas
I’m fast witted ripper split noggins while sipping mint egg nog
I’m sicker than clogged pipes that’s what it is at night
Nasty as I wanna speak
I’m bad as LL and mike jack
Posted craps give you crack
Keep coming back for the smack give you dvd’s as a constellation prize
Watch your demises off the card of demise
I realize time is wasted off patience
I’m lambasted cook on the grill today
Give you Frito lays ripping nametag’s off fisher price pays
Come back to your store ask the GM for more
Give it to her raw off the hook preforming in a car
With no rain guards that’s hard
Fix your manuscripts and take a pic
Share it on Facebook and twitter
You halfwit spitter

[Baby Face Nelson]

Intellectual rebels on ya playlist, vacate your musical radius im well aged n vacant plus trust the letter I bust means im equivocal plus mega lyrical over beats thats minimal Mr high yellow speaks these visuals to impeach ya physical break like Keebz to stereo as i feature audio criminals slice precise like decimals ya vegetable stationary meant it wen it gets hectic i vent quick must be sick to tempt spit like trust me im fuss free amung thiefs if im backin da bubbly i was comfy but allow self to reference what happen to humpty..put me back together. a broken fella soakin hell up doves n black clouds above my location n situation has the most precipitation enough for 3 fourths of the biggest nation. Tryna hump with china bumps dive into rumps pipe is sunk til i cum or my time is up...yeah dick down Zara..or that thick brown Kara then i nip round Fara's n take the mick round father's

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Edit the level nice rebel or produce rebels
My embalm be shining behind me like the bat
Throwback jersey within reach speak repeat rinse repeat so you can cache it
So when I browse the net, I’m a delete the cookies
So sick fix let lips flap I close them with more yaps
Give e’m Prozac my flows back in wreck shops
Check lefts rolls the best had to smoke
give them wave like auroras borealis vs astro switches
Pit bulling dogged flows get cha roasted when you put the blue magic on the beat
Read features like tax documents its nothing but numbers
I never slumber throwing thunder like Zeus vs Ares
Reboot, recruit defuse these bombs like MacGyver
So who’s nicer I’m the diver never a swimmer
Spit in the winter change seasons like summer to fall

[Baby Face Nelson]

No fucks given. No shits given though i dont wanna go jail theres only dicks in prison. Talkin of pen... had bars before u had ur catakism. Im willing. Writin lines n shit is the mission. My dads a pillock. no fam not kiddin fuck him n fack the system the verbal mac has risen.. i kill em... Sam's not dispatchin chickens...sam's dispatchin pigeons any snatch can catch a drilling from the meanest of villains I cracked a pack of 'All That' and a 'cheekycilin' but i still give props to the boy in da corner dylan

[Baby Face Nelson]

Cateters servin plates of spaghetts as i spray from corvettes takin all bets. the tai chi medley the deadly. house my rhymes in the head.. rent free infidels wanna wed these rap beats badly n they were meant for me i shout out P coz mate its ments to be but yeah.. heads stare wen i buss these herds of words flair. Wooo. A shot licks before u say "i do"..venue got rifled. Blue suits,white dresses and faces all covered in trifle...splurge thirst gives me a semi had weddin security so we act accordingly this chief keith sort of leech aint worth 40p trust son we do this for every 90: quaterly execute the plan-let shots pour then dip round corners n leave.

[Baby Face Nelson]

I realize time is wasted off patience

Deep

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

So I had to sew it up like stitches spit crushes
when I’m rolling dutches atoms begin to split off
I had make explode implode reload like neutrons and protons
Molten lava bond breaker seen these acts preform
I had to rotate my words in plays making actions occur
Even if you film I can slow it down in these New York times
Posted choking toasted outta flames I come like monuments contracted
Deconstruct deduct rebuke redo feel a few get stuck like glue
I don’t do it to skill it, I peeling beats back like wine made outta potatoes
Always wilding out like I’ve never seen breakfast
Blast through these darts with more sparks than hearts
Put some respect on it or I’ll the blow the moon away & eclipse you like the sun

[Machete]

Me n my target in the park as i follow her home nah creep behind her bottle her dome. Drag this bitch by the heels to the evergreen bushes..ur on ur tumtum blood runs i feel where the tush is. Its less of a thrill minus the screamin or a hungry partner in crime to double team it. Her jeans i peel em..smells of poo around the anal region imma do it i mean it. Plus im not even heathing. Mouths open i might p in but fuck it time to pop D in. Need wood. Wish the brats in the distance would stop speakin Oh gosh.. she's not breathing got a rush wen i pictured her pops grieving it was either this or switch to another venue where people mix fank god the days rainy i wanna see tits but im to lazy..coz the task of undressing an adult baby stinks. This petite lady of twenty six i do this frequent to get my kicks

Vulgar might be the wrong word holmes. Even in a rhyming session, keep your thumbs on karma. You might have a female in your fam that this happens to.
Go easy man.

[Baby Face Nelson]

Vulgar might be the wrong word holmes. Even in a rhyming session, keep your thumbs on karma. You might have a female in your fam that this happens to.
Go easy man.

I hear u.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

No one on the mic, I write like you got never had swag
Drop your chain text yours frame my friends be amigos
See through lento lenses send your pressures down thresholds
Fresh fold next told wrestle check wires type tires
Been bike riding fish flying nice night had these types
Need cha spells checked my deceptions checking for a retcon
Best bleach cha self-down to the asshole
My mask fold in dominos check it making you going vamoose
Halo holographic check you in the days inn rental to the brims
Have you pressed up craftmatics, dastardly drastic
Chaos is my playground see it through my lens preset you in time of a reset

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Classic I’m better than I’ve ever been

Rip n raw is how I spark my first bars
Hit e’m hard unsheathe the swords technically
I’m the cause of your boredom respectively
You ain’t hitting heaters spark e’m out the park
With nothing but fastballs and no strikes on the board
So I hit e’m with bardom that spits for starts
Made marks, screwed outta views get skewed
Reduced to dust been how I muster up flows
Make e’m glow like Bruce Leroy
I’m out here to destroy mics
Make these rapper approw dethrone these clones
Get e’m melted to ashes I’m Cashius Clay to the dismay


Savagely attack…..

I’m lyrically sick quarantined by the CDC
Every MC wanna check the son of TECH
Wreck shop minds get clocked until they’re overclocked like a CPU
Off the top rope elbow drop Macho Man
Rock and sock e’m bane of the bat
Knowing that you still can’t out rap me
When your wrapped up like production ended
I discontinue your tracks like a deleted SKU in the system
You don’t got the bells rung ringing ding dongs this is the gong show
Battle flows, its story time I grew up on THE PURPLE TAPE
So you know I know my weight carried when I bury you loosely based
Deepen dive liner minds wised water tread dead ass behead cats
Cipher sick sniper go ask John Boy I’m Levi before he passed away
Chef those days got fam choking fiend’s ops by how scheme
Ask about how dreams get wrecked by bad debt from bad credit