"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[Mantra]

My scriptures thicker than the yakuza and g.d.'s combined
this ain't no maybach music more like hip-hop columbine
so watch me sky-rocket after I puff the fiyah in my pocket
not monch but the pharaoh's desire u can't stop it
See the door like a arm-less man u can't knock it
this is a chemists chemistry largest mental tree in the galaxcy
hidden in the Oregon trail is where they found ya peeps
slain while fast a sleep the death of me will make my followers weep
As angels tears fall from heaven I sold the powder to the reverend
speeding from the pigs in reverse as they try to make my wig burst
bust off in my queens snatch as she squirts on my shirt
fuck the law i'm bringing order the most rawest recorder and teleporter
Remembered for my uncanny, and unorthodox auroa

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

All fated, never dominated always approximation
Castrate those trying to enslave, and indentured serve e’m
Nigga get swerved by contacts, I don’t contractually obligate anything
I pay homage to those that pay the linage
Mass affect those documents with omnibuses
Mostly carnage given sever those ties
With more strokes then those made
Fated jaded earthquake it
Making those ladies of the lake forsake it
Bred in deed feed my need to teach
Never been a preacher at the pulpit
Speak on topicals without sunsets or tropical weather inducing lectures
Preasure breaks pipes strike with the heart of dolomite
Make e’m tap to my sharpshooters, like the excellence of execution

[Mantra]

Flee trial no penal pumping a substance bringing green abundance
after i'm done the dirty damage onions thrown in the dungeon
minus charges zestfully clean incoming verbal showers coming
raining down from lyrical clouds lay on the ozone
put your lights out in the glow zone hand me the mega-phone
metrapolisis blown to bits bitter biters avenge
and get dealt with knife to skin magnum force men
torch in hand scorch the land til' u abort your plan
native fam tears lead the trails to where camp-sites get ambushed
babies pop out the vagina after one last damn push
cuffed for the kush idiots get burned like the moses bush

[Mantra]

My hard grapple open tops like bottles of Snapple
No need for crack I cracked duke in his adam's apple
hands punched in rice speaking wisdom like drunken Christ
nigga act shiest face cut first followed by the mic, and lights
then we fleeing like a little ghetto boy from his mama's belt
we go to war every soldier on the other side received the welts
knowledge of self the key to wealth these bloodsuckers deceive themselves
with what was given a hard-ship of slaves still master oppressed
and they say their blessed but really possessed
by a book of lies that when spoken scriptures spook the eyes
it's like choking on puke and trying to make it rise

[SKAMPOE]

NASTY^
funny yet hard hittin

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

My hard grapple open tops like bottles of Snapple
No need for crack I cracked duke in his adam's apple
hands punched in rice speaking wisdom like drunken Christ
nigga act shiest face cut first followed by the mic, and lights
then we fleeing like a little ghetto boy from his mama's belt
we go to war every soldier on the other side received the welts
knowledge of self the key to wealth these bloodsuckers deceive themselves
with what was given a hard-ship of slaves still master oppressed
and they say their blessed but really possessed
by a book of lies that when spoken scriptures spook the eyes
it's like choking on puke and trying to make it rise

NASTY^
funny yet hard hittin

Slice thru disciples, rifle off the Eiffel
Snipe the tidal, watch the windfall/
Spin drill kill ya little trooper
Nuggets get ya pugilist outta this conference/
Speak thru verses, Taunt cursors
Ritually summoning ya creatures/
Speak you leaches, creature feature
I eat your mind out like I am still your teacher/
Trim down ya eyes, get crushed by cold
Fluster fold buster domes musket lawls/
I leave ya reached, I come with a nomadic forces
Import cha torches, custard’s last stand/
Rippers can come at cha office, three-sixty-five
My days are livid off your lives/
Driven off the guise, breach ya disguise
I’m mole-man, cold crush ya flows man/
You ain’t in goal man, you missed the clash
Crash cash fast task past lash, seen thru ya mask/
I’m off in a dash, masked rider the ripper
Has come at last, give e’m the gas mask/

[Mantra]

NASTY^
funny yet hard hittin

Good looks fam!!

[Mantra]

In the castle a wizard casting spells with a massive supply of shell castings
Raw aroma of the slain there skin skinned off for future furniture in the making
Kill a skin-head then wrap his body in the confederate flag after the baking
then receive salute minus 21 blasts body-building lifer's up north so if you catch an L better protect that ass
or become one of the prison hoes all this for selling o's should have stuck to eating cheerio's
in that dirty ghetto bowl no teeth left so no reason for floss watch kris jump before he nailed to the cross

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

In the castle a wizard casting spells with a massive supply of shell castings
Raw aroma of the slain there skin skinned off for future furniture in the making
Kill a skin-head then wrap his body in the confederate flag after the baking
then receive salute minus 21 blasts body-building lifer's up north so if you catch an L better protect that ass
or become one of the prison hoes all this for selling o's should have stuck to eating cheerio's
in that dirty ghetto bowl no teeth left so no reason for floss watch kris jump before he nailed to the cross

Just throw on a track
Jack the rip, I rip those jackers for packets of magnets
Now they ratchet it up without them solo cups
Like they chomping at the bit like squirrel with a nut
Sucker mc’s ask me how I get my lines
Doper than coke cooked in a pot
Slot cha defense; get cha a great power set
Then ya got an offense, hence the sentence
Enter this arena get dismissed and dismantled
Until I disable your tracks like bad mobile apps
Put on a cap, grip the scissors write like the wizard Theodore
Abhor fire force mind never settle for less
Dead cha in the dark, made marks
The devil isn’t a lie, peace is a lie
Cats rhyme think they thoughts been bought
When they just fought they own soul
Get cha lump of coal for Christmas
This is how I dump a whole shit list
Fix this bullshit equipped to rip this shit
Flip a grip, you dancing like a samba song
Get destroyed in this conga line (what!!!!)
Whose line is it any ways (fucking lames!!!)
You ham bone battle throne catapult zone
Capture the S-H you ain’t in no debate
Given gates make them break into despair

[Mantra]

Don't even begin to stagnate his stabs great grateful opponents bow
death too the mediocre I'm scaring you rappers like seeing Oprah with her pussy out
throw me the mills while chillin' in the café the trail of blood leaked a path made
Use my hands to drop an enemy you keep that crap guage on my hip the strap stays
In reach the light of the speech stay golden as toilet paper niggas stay rollin'
I past the line pushing packs and after that hard fists crack your ice raps
you stay funnier than an ugly bitch saying she's taking a beauty nap
Besides rhino, Kast, Face, And Bun I don't do that Southern rap
but I can finger-snap my cock and make your misses booty clap
roger 10-4 copy that you all plastic like Minaj , and Kim
My wisdom took over my closet so the garage is my new walk-in
spot for my whip, nike air's, and tims
you'll catch a heart shot like Pac in the end of above the rim
looking at my gear like I got a love to lend
I think not and set-it on have-not's outdated and un-educated
Besides the scalp I can't be faded so just adjust or get left in the dust
Or get exposed like Dre except your left with a collar bone crushed

[Mantra]

there's no redemption through the eyes of a Satanist
some fall cycle recycled to the challenges
of lies given a will to overcome is shunned
you fall victim to the platter searching for god's ladder
forever grim to your death-bed date another missed blessing
the outer-limit scrimmage spread like a massive infection
mis-guided without direction silence during table-talk
missed your mark by passing by the speaker the silence is deeper
than the content of a weeper we must get out the sleeper


and benefit for the better days that lay a head like a new-born
teach the seeds daily so they can watch out for thorns
that lurk in the bushes set-a-blaze leaving us dead for days
unaware of who ever cared are we carelessly scared
final years ahead be prepared to fight with power that becomes spectrums of light seeping from the twilight
a prayer on both knees to some is a goodnight
me and my wise-men take plight guided by the starlight
rest and eat during sun-light while the young fight
over scrapes thrown from the table killed before they sign to labels

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Just watch me, rip it raw and
Kill a beat, eat that shit for lunch
And scribe another heat rock
Leave ya mind in outta space
There ain’t no race, writing cannot win
Burn the pen in ya skull make you null
I yell flame on like johnny storm
This ain’t the norm, I’m cold as ice
Twice as nasty leave ya jaw broke
Open wide I’m a stuff ash tray down ya throat
My dope is doper than soap mixed with novakane
Bloviate rhyme out cha dough face ya Kane race
Cash out cha bonds, leave ya wrapped in chains
Bust a main vein, now I’m in pain
Speak in sin, do it for the soul
Grip the goal, hit cha with the gold
Think ya plat when ya mind isn’t even in the strat
Get cha strapped, ya mind is mini-mack
Ya tape ain’t even worth playback
Had to mini-disc those sick souls
Grip skills always remaining tighter than a virgin
Always swerving never sweating under pressure
Get cha dental cracked from how
I sweep it clean, fresh from the cleaners
Get it meaner than she like greasey
I’m iller than the Air-Yeezy’s
Them shit ain’t J’s my swords play
Sharper than the afro sheen
Macro cosmos your moves
Match cha swift for game

[Mantra]

were here so prepare for piracy take your profits and royalties
my fam lives off loyalty dirty money gangster greed
cars driven at high speeds ashtray filled with roaches of high-grade weed
dimes dig em out satisfy their throbbing thigh needs
bow in the presence of a high- priest that'll sacrifice you sugar-coated raps unloaded
your eyes pop at the sight of thousands folded keep my gat loaded
in case the place gets hit where I live I never shit unless it's in the toilet
Raw with this play on words a city slicker ready to take on burbs
I get on you got a nerve back-flip shot the slug swerved
impact was cracked head brains leak exposing your nerves
snakes bring forth posinous seeds birthed by the birds
a bunch of hissing babies put up for adoption by homeless ladies with fake furs

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Bring the beast, feast off the pain
Bust through the grain, touch my lane
Sucker punching those in the throat/
While they be skyping away
While they be typing away
While they be writing away/
Get dismayed, I toy with getting paid
Shown shattering shins battling skins
Peeping through the lens is how I past ya in the rear view/
Skip through the logic, I can polish it like timberlands
I flip those a lil, speak allot, drop a hat/
Coat tails approaches dosage be how I roast ya
Coast through bad news, catch more in the rear views
Secret sect, induct iron out cha ducks/
Pluck through the winds, spit heat in the wind
Burn your faces, waste laces like basket cases/
Face driven given livers for living the high life
Strike outta fear fuck a fake news caster
I past cha faster than the flash vs road runner/
Stone cold stun ya my flow never a flubber
I bust out in a blubber of laughter/
Gas ya full laughing gas just cuz you ain’t past class
Past April fool’s get cha school well enough
I don’t need logic, I’m lyrically already gifted/
Applied to more colleges and boarding schools
Than collages on the walls of the white house/

[Mantra]

Bring the beast, feast off the pain
Bust through the grain, touch my lane
blaow!!