"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[KERZO]

yo jts, you still got the illest thread on wu-corp


..ayo I slice up vanilla slices like vanilla ice
i slap ya'll like i'm reppin kimbo price
for 2 bucks ya shut up and fucked up slutty sluts
currupt muckers duck like the thrilla in manilla chucks
checking wreck fecks irish charm sliding over decks
correct calculations are only getting vexed
complex rhyme formations are simply rolodex
chollo check chev chelios having hearts pumped up like rex
the dinosaur po favor two beers please sir
stirred and not shaken is how i like her
pussy drippin, crippin C's like fingers up in heaven
timmy livin wih blue bandanas is how we do the killing
for wu-corps hearse is instilled from birth
only hearing cats who say little, cos that is what it's worth
in the end it all ends so what the fuck we supposed to do?
is stay true, lights out, distilled into the blue

..word JTS!

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

i got pros and cons, you know my cons the odds be sectioned on in 9 chambers
dangerous like the nativity scene in the manger get the danger/
i am the idea you decided to savor the taste
wasted in place the words you face, in ides of race/
raid cha temple bust you in the face like a pimple
it ain't that simple,it's pretty pro active get cha treatment/
predicate cha verbs n nouns in education
i relish it like a fetish you detest/
address the best, dress like the best
rest cha laurels, mines be morals i store like high scores/
get cha swords forged in faith, hated to wait
so i sliced my piece of the pie and never wondered why/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

slain in danger derrange cha by the virus i created called it "iris"
seen through my eyes lite closed in congress prolonged arms/
fame farmed in time charmed now you bomb chess piece your thesis
featuring this chaotic timed in tracks i meet like Usan Bolt/
i am that cold freeze you in reverse cursed with the black suit on
reboot cha recruits, use them as tool like monolith with blues/
get defuse like atomic particles and muses who can't rhyme on cue
my view is parallel to the bakgamon you use to check me wit/

[Mantra]

The born process became a dominant specimen
Contained a gem unseen like the true idendity of masked men
Walls closing in before the fight with the big boss
He couldn't market the loss so he got his wig tossed
Brain framed like plaques wall hanging it's more power to gain
hit in the factory jetted with the contraband in the rain
illegal speeding in my lane justice will be upheld
We getting money like the us government gun sales
Right back at you like a rza beat i'm big in streets
You got tricked by the treat poisoned your meat dogs die in heat
Rushed then crushed foes lay dead by my feet
It's wordplay gunplay one way to amaze
Mic legends dropping bodies at seven
Heaven infiltration you by the bay baking
Jump or the shot sizzles your bacon

[Mantra]

No givers or caretakers you fakers were backbreakers getting money like quakers
steel toting time devoting to revealing emcee's as haters real money makers
Legends in acura legends rolling seven style ugly as moles i'm foul
get familiar like job applications i'm filling out talk shit steel in mouth
Blast the dental remains a faceless frame and splattered brain
No tatted skin heavy on the hit so foes skipped town on trains
Others on planes, and cars you'll never outshine the flaming star
Born to spar my raps blown to dislocate back bones
Brothers always want to talk it out once the mac's shown
flows double as i battle first place i'm put in
in halls of fame my name be there like dwight goodens
your raps wooden mine stainless steel you can hang, or chill
Knowing when i spit a verse first and jet you'll change the reels
show love or blood will spill wounds won't heal
for you a fatal fate talking that guntalk to be a victim i assanate
in for the finish line get tipsy guiness time my world book of records divine
half these rappers that say they pop the nine are really lying in their lines

[Mantra]

long time in this bitch

thousands of pages written but very few used
trapped in 3 thoughts war, peace,and abuse
thugs drugged then dragged that's half my fuse
refuse to retreat drop you off at the zoo fool you lion meat
anything can happen from kidnapping to overcooked beef
we speak with broken tongues and flame rusty, dusty guns
fathered so many styles half these niggas my sons
spiders on your web spinning rhmyes that can't be re-done
you might get props but start twitching on a mission
stadiums packed with cats that share the same vison
given the pound so opposition is bucked down
fuck a b-e-t cipher i catch wreck on enemy grounds
leave emcee's m.i.a. if they come around
frowns of not shining minors felt major damage
above your standards from the panama canal
neckties, and ruptured nerves actions fouls
commandments are broken with a fist pound

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Flash in the pan get cha Stan's deaded by the wayside
my sanctions sectored off 9 when I'm wrecking/
never resting my starters like the colts
my bolts be charging for them shocks rather than them volts/
you vote I post in polls roast in flows toast in scrolls
inscribe lines in bowls of scrimp scampy
emceeing right now are campy as Batman in the 1960's/
spit at cha swiftly driven to the dark-side
rock slide cha minds ostracize lives like religious cults/
cut cha scrotum off making it torturous
similar to Abby or Lauren Bobbitt
or you get the cobbler and bobble it like heads on it/
carbon copy me, the sheep is uniquely sicker
get the eviction notice from the cipher quick as the DC Sniper/
you rapidly succeeding while you sleeping
I'm moving mountains what's war without a leaky fountain/
sprout cha douche bagatry rape kits spurn burn my executions
desolate lives lead threatening rivals get cha orders/
minstrel show flows give me Gandhi instrumentals
get cha pencils I leave number two lead in your head/
if you want them eyes best kill your best friend
I'm next to the end of my rope so dope I killed sorrow and took hell hostage/
posture those lobsters rock rosters
knock them off the field like “Mike Stonewaller”/
hold the next caller, get cha debunked like the myth of Colt McCoy
I ain't no “TOY” I'm the bomb you employ when u gets annoyed/

[War and Peace]

get the eviction notice from the cipher - haha nice1LORD

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Hidden bodies karate chop slide basic schematics past air conditioners
undercover masked gaseous particles choke foes I play chess with/
art cha war with bloody Mary's
paint cha organs on cement with museum display cases/
It took eating bacon with charade blades
to get cha caught like a presidential candidate with some gays/
defecate on any beat given to me
read like simple some D's defensively/
get cha connection severed dead cha cells
you can't repel down walls without rope you dope/
get cha smoked by the high nights of noon,
trying to run back, with tails I butcher
when you get shut down like Randy Moss/
hollow out skulls caustically peter panning gain gamers rich ganning
blazing with chiefs with hangman hanging reefs I smoke just because/
deep routed found eyes gouged out lighting struck down
slaving over books noted with wrotes I folded with flows I molded
see the picture perfect Picasso retrofitted bitches upgraded daily/
smoldering elder felt cha welling i'm jet setting bond weaponry
got my sickles on halt before I grim reap these sucker emcees/
“Sheepish” is the terminology you use
when your operating out of reverse psychology/

[Mantra]

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Flash in the pan get cha Stan's deaded by the wayside
my sanctions sectored off 9 when I'm wrecking/
never resting my starters like the colts
my bolts be charging for them shocks rather than them volts/
you vote I post in polls roast in flows toast in scrolls
inscribe lines in bowls of scrimp scampy
emceeing right now are campy as Batman in the 1960's/
spit at cha swiftly driven to the dark-side
rock slide cha minds ostracize lives like religious cults/
cut cha scrotum off making it torturous
similar to Abby or Lauren Bobbitt
or you get the cobbler and bobble it like heads on it/
carbon copy me, the sheep is uniquely sicker
get the eviction notice from the cipher quick as the DC Sniper/
you rapidly succeeding while you sleeping
I'm moving mountains what's war without a leaky fountain/
sprout cha douche bagatry rape kits spurn burn my executions
desolate lives lead threatening rivals get cha orders/
minstrel show flows give me Gandhi instrumentals
get cha pencils I leave number two lead in your head/
if you want them eyes best kill your best friend
I'm next to the end of my rope so dope I killed sorrow and took hell hostage/
posture those lobsters rock rosters
knock them off the field like “Mike Stonewaller”/
hold the next caller, get cha debunked like the myth of Colt McCoy

Danm straight fire you spitting lyrical hollowheads

[Mantra]

first down first war bust shots reverse draw
tiger style i growl then disperse claws
phantom no luck on the draw
that was the vision the fortune teller saw
this season get aired out for no reason
solution execution if i see your nose bleeding
kids the hoes eating she full for the evening
so i don't wanna hear explanations, begging, or pleading
take this beating for what it's woth a home under the dirt
big like lurch my mentality mask up then rob a church

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Touch them stones, I bust those flows, clutch them chromes
never rust in homes, check them homes, my house of cards never collapses/
come with queens, I take them from your means
watch me jack your aces with kings and we ain't even in the six sided ring/
rapidly clap those apparitions spit switch hitting flip switches on
Techwon aka the world's sickest liquid bomb, this is a nation of Techwon/
study mines get trivial devises lines in optimal drives
tracking rhymes with stanzas can't plan ya exit/
my strategy be pathological spit conical your just another convo
never needed them priest homes when I reach the end zone/
I pitch heat so hot cha can't nail me on a beat
without running it back or putting it on repeat/
as if I speak read cha audible, call me the human quotable
unload a table dropping tablets struck down lighting when I am writing/
now your just for gone conclusion thinking I got to prelude without an interlude
rejuvenated disillusion it's confusion to average rap cat
with no five steps back then I shoot it like a star/
you can call me “Brett Farve” or Warren Moon” for the skills that “Vike You”
don't get spiked dude, you ain't rick rude I spit cruder than expired milk on june 31st/

[Mantra]

tired of resting the hoods like western times bullet holes in stop signs
sleep with one eye cause shorties trigger happy on the front line
acting like bishop turning on their crew to shine is to pay dues
so bosses order more hits on teams than babe Ruth
soldiers in the field toting tools the block is a zoo
we acting like animals killing each other like it's the thing to do
dead wrong or right no turning back taking a life
somebody's dreams end from squeezing
guardian angels fighting demons emotions steaming
everybody street dreaming for various reasons
old heads pathed the way to make a better way
somebody blown away every other day
over streets drug infested little kids molested
crooked cops beat us then were arrested
on bogus charges every hustler wants to be the largest
one out of ten end up being targets
even the hardest crook cries once the judge throws the book
because life behind bars is misery nerves are shook
you either dropping or copping the rock
selling for the devil profiting off your spots
they'll find a new sucker to push rock once your shot
cats are too blind to hear the truth god is their money
it brings false happiness so they greedy with full tummies
fast life, fast women and cars, the endings bizarre
don't get caught in the storm may he be mourned
gone by the dawn too late to see the light
all he saw was a flash and darkness was his sight
soul in flight looking down on the body
trapped in the essence too evil for god's presence
a spirit haunted by his own death a shadow is left
to roam with no home only memories of dying
mothers crying closed casket from the firing

[Mantra]

deep rooted thoughts cannot be diluted
glacier of ice rings rest on the fingers of this king
ladies flock to my block to see the the kid who can rock it right
i didn't start the fire but best believe i'm burning tonight
abstract for life never caught in the hype
you ain't going nowhere being a badboy for life
wishing on the well chapped lips from el's
spit heat til' you ice cream cats melt
licked up by the lickshots the feds stopped
police academy caulties of death raised by six shots

[Mantra]

open his chest hearts the treasure women mesmorized to measure the length, and lever
she sneezed from the thrust of a dusty feather she's my maiden forever
the wheels spinning the drums bang as we exit the plains
land-mine slang i'm the heartbeat of the game
a cardiac arrest from stress a topic of rockets to blast off effect
subjected to circumstance evidence is evident to the d.t. on deck
tapes outdated to the time of phil collins hits
easy slaughters on waters murders on merchant ships
birds he flipped full of cut chemicals a brain damaging hit
words used twice to define his mighty sight
a little brother whose mother could t.k.o. Suge knight