"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Hit 'em with the bird, then I'm droppin' gems like Mobb Deep,
Wisdom in the bars, every verse cuts concrete
Rollin' through the block in the MPV slow,
Windows halfway down, let the whole hood know.
DJ in the back got the MPC knockin',
Dust on the samples, got the whole trunk rockin'.
My mans at the wheel, steady dodgin' police,
I'm ridin' shotgun, turnin' sixteen to a masterpiece....................
Hit 'em with the bird, then I'm servin' further erick sermons,
Wordsmith workin', convertin' verses into verdicts......................
Drop a gem, watch the block adjust its whole alignment,
Every line a diamond cutter, pressure-built refinement.....................

[JChavez]

Terrorist with box-cutters
Blade slices thru frozen butter
Jaguar Paw hunter of a buzzsaw
Shred your cabbage into coleslaw
Ford wishes they were built this tough
Crime Dog McGruff fleas when I get rugby rough
No-huddle developments infinite alignments
LT on crack cocaine all-out blitz frenzy
Cyclops with eye drops impossible to block
Explosive as Ted Kaczynski written verdicts
Dynamite sticks when fists hit like fire bricks
Psyche deadly as Kurt Cobain with shotty
Highly trained combatant Navy SEAL
Adversaries left bent like Tiger at wheel
Shattered windows veiled by blood splattered
Street morgue after brain matter fried by hot concrete

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Mask on, sheep wool stitched over iron intentions,
Kitchen full of crooked chemists cookin' bars in strange dimensions.
Ink drip black as burnt coffee ring stains on the pension,
Every page a haunted mansion, every rhyme another entrance.
Like a wrestling match, make a grand entrance, then leave with your neck bent,
Bell rings, I pin punchlines to the canvas—three-count, case closed

[JChavez]

Redman said case closed
After murdered foes tagged toes exposed
Only bell that rings is the death knell
Nemesis that step on canvas are left prayin’ like mantis
Punches in bunches hazardous as manmade viruses
Dan Issel wildcat, immovable object like Lakers Shaq
Chin Mt. Rushmore granite, that’s why opponents panic
I don’t wrestle, that’s MMA dry-hump low-level
I’m about that young Tyson fistic prowess
Sweet science squared-circle Alexis Arguello lawless
Tracheas in necks erupt due to peek-a-boo style upper-cuts
Plasma drips after I hit quick as Mike Vick with John Wick’s biscuit
Blood stains poly-core wrapped in synthetic leather ropes
Rivals break down DHgate fabric under microscope
I put holes to shields like Manuel Noriega’s grill
Jacob Duran couldn’t stitch mascaras after I throw hands