Monster Music (Killbot's Factory)

[Ritter]

Lil Ruger? Is that you?

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

yea its me homie wreakin havoc did u tell from the style lol?

[Ritter]

Of course dude, I see you're comin through with the heat.

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

like always homie yall still doin the group? any chance i cud hop back in?

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

Fire like the piss from niggas wit STD's
check the steez make like a tree and fuckin leave
or catch a hot one in ya back
rippin thru ya flesh chromosomes and fat
now why you acting big in the sack?
this is suicide rap homicide hustler
means im hitman for hire dumb if you trust em
move shady like old ladys wit new born babys
cuz at the same time im amazing
wonderin how i conceived these flaming...RHYMES!
wonderin how i beat these flaming...DIMES!
straight up like 12 o clock but dwn for anything like 6 o clock
come around the block and my niggas pop
like orange soda shookin up
bakin soda cookin up
raw like caine flame on the waist What?!?
why you actin tough like un cooked beef
thro the "beef" in ya "grill" and cook u wit da "heat" uhhh

[Ritter]

like always homie yall still doin the group? any chance i cud hop back in?

Sure, I'll ask the rest of the team.

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

you still doin songs?

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

the beast from ancient times ready to define..this rhyme
that has been trying to escape my mind
but it cant be released from its confines
Killbot on the climb to get signed
i escaped from a meteor hurling towards the earth
stem cell research i have reached my rebirth
i have gone from key work to dream works
like pixar double bladed axe held by a minotaur
sold a pretty whore traveled through dimensional doors
reached exceptional scores on your game of boards
like the earth i contain a molten core
i have sailed far and wide on frozen shores
see i break the better bread
mantle mounted wit severed heads several dead
spread throughout my temple dread no death beds
for you meth heads killbot loves the color red
becauses it symbolizes and helps me visualize eternal rest

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

say its killbot who knew i could write this
its going to be hard to combat and fight this
aim for the right wrist then slice it
wit my mic grip you hold it like this
my squadrant hardened throughout my embarkings
to several parts uncharted moving lawless
with flawless prowess to leave you jawless
and have ya moms missed and pops pissed
gun shot manuer we pop shit drop the top quick
so he thought i KO'd the car BITCH!
got lotta beef thats hard spit
cuz he always homerun like barry bonds hits
very fond of mega bombs and charmed braclets
escaping this vacant city-like basement
and replace it wit skylights story of a vagrant
rhymes never make shit give ya squad a face lift
pop a shot wit a pump shotty while you cop a squat in ya mazaratti
hold tooliami leave you crooked like juliani my crew behind me
chopped the shotty like the body ill connect from papi
wreck ya mami tommy gun flow hockey puck clipiami
rippin thru squadrants now grippin this cant copy
rant snobby spittin this choppa thru lobbys
turn up more fishscales then the pacific islanders tsunami

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

listen from the bottom of bottom to the top of the top
on them blocks with the rocks to the block with the glock
it's a master of wordplay disease verbplay
plus im seasoned in the technique of birdplay
call it the pigeon coop nigga ya dig and scoop?
they told the cops the truth
now they wanna lock the dude
in a cell like freshman in a locker room
this drop goes zoom when i pop it booms
im flirtin with insanity tap the ass of reality
mingle with brutality and got a child with versatality
i tell you any man tryna take my vitality
will awake with dead seeds and spouse Fatalitys
im not retarded but my bars mentally challenging
eat rappers silence of the lambs this is

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

see im a product of my enviroment im firing
but all the dead bodies and gun shots is tiring..
convict screamin the witness is lieng then
all of a sudden he in sloitary confinement
see these words is like lineman that sack ya quaterback
got a nickle bag roll that shit up black
blow the smoke in the air smoke out the nose
smell the piff on my clothes
so i gotta wait before i go home
when im high in the clouds i feel so alone
till i recognize the next guy passing the bone
gimme dat holmes put it deep in my lungs
while we so deep in the slums
im sittin here puffin my drugs
keep talkin youll get hit wit slugs and choke on ya blood
teach a nigga how to open his mug
bitches stare cuz they know my guap is nice
its not luck see i throw fixed dice...

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

Got a Magnum on the waist well hell
pocket full of shells schnell schnell or get killed killed
ripping thru ya pelle pelle and thats real real
how it feel the taste of cold steel steel
see we shyne like the rapper in jail jail
a 6th sense for gun powder how that smell smell?
you could catch a L L like cool J
and your G rap Sweeter then kool-aid
fuck what dem fools say
it's baghdad armed and dangerous terrorist
swear them kids gon be aware of this madness
rob at Night with gladness inflict sadness
that's why niggas need ratchets to protect from these bastards
demanding where the cash is my stash is massive
shotgun these dogs like old yeller
made niggas heltah skeltah when they feltah them meltah
cuz my niggas hold food niggas like kitchen shelvahs

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

Get in ya jammies like you going to sleep (cuz u is)
this swammie will sweep you off of your feet like a first kiss
this action packed mac like it got kung fu grip
this one two spit on some sun tzu shit
we wage war and tear countries apart with our darts
severe the body parts of you marks like everest we climb charts
but still keep a burner for those that need a lesson
plus when im on the corner i need dat protection
too big to bail out when them shells out
catch me in a hooptie rollin black in my damn mouth
choppas fresh out the box from the damn south
and there not helicopters but they'll air lift you out
gouda in the pockets that's why my flow so cheesy
labeled an "outsider" cuz im so "greasy"
so put my collar up and rep for the squad dat needs me
im kinda like jesus they gonna catch on but now they dont believe me

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

Listen it's the terrorist among the americans
acting so arrogant cuz my fuckin family is
these squares up like my niggas fenna BOX
ready or not yall niggas get shot
with red dots on ya head like the chicken pox
listenin to me like look how sick he got
Baghdad move packs like pokemon cards
hiphop police watchin tryna put me behind my bars
but my mentality im past police beyond the law
barrel in front of me behind me my squad
i got a god complex so if u my son you higher then jesus
Bad Apples on the scopes we adam and eve him
or Big Apples so we new york treat him
have him bleedin or retreating cuz this is killa season
so he gunnin down the sidewalk fleeing
but we still have him leakin fluids like he pissin or peeing

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

see im tryna cop mauri's hunger for glamour
i'm not fruity but my bars is bananas
kinda like the clip connected to the hammer
cuz ya boy roll with killas like santana
its not hard to C like failing mid terms
hammer like a 100 proof that shit burns
I =MC math teacher kids learn
Yall niggas fuck with krabs like squidward
see my lines is crack that's what i see in the mirror (THINK HARD)
chop u like samples couldnt have said it any clearer
you gay niggas couldnt have spit it any weirder
It's Baghdad but you bag Dad's nigga you queerer
nigga we get so hype we beef escalators
talk back put niggas down like elevators
verses is cancer spit wit an iron lung
coke heads is violins they all high strung (CRACK)