Monster Music (Killbot's Factory)

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

HOT GARBAGE.

dont be a follower. quit rappin.

bitch take ya back pack off for a minute and listne to sum real shit. tho i have been slackin on this last page

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

got money out the ass i shit money
get paper in a flash im so gully
beam on the 40 niggas equipped fully
pull and pop blood leakin from yer skully
haha now thats some real shit
holly wood producer now thats a real clip
all u barkin is bull but u not a pit
u bitin like a rotty hit em raw like the clitoris
see im backin and packin a magnum u slackin
if u ever want action just move on my faction
try to pop up u know that we clappin and rappin
u brick u no trappin we runnin dis rap shit
gunnin da mac kid on u fruit baskets its closed caskets
on u faggots and maggots we track it and wrap it
in saran wrap dump in a lake paid for mistakes
l;eave like a rake life take bomb ya wake tracks i rape
yall niggas so late it is my fate to rate ya copy and paste
rhymes u relate as your own blaze the chrome to ya dome
neva u leave you alone gotta phone home to the block
we pitch rocks in the socks out the drop top wit the glock

[Slurch Yung]

once again hot garbage.
thank you for further proving my point.

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

once again hot garbage.
thank you for further proving my point.

who r u nigga? another hatin ass backpacker like i give a fuck wat e-rappers think niggas irl respect my rhymes

[Khem The Decepticon]

Your good.

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

all of yall are misguided i embody a shepard
retnal visual connectors shut down neurological sectors
cursed with this method like a diabolical leper
hunting gazelles and leopards just to recede my temper
ive been CHARGED with assault and a battery
my lyrics are lacking sweet actually bastards of blasphemy
some call my rhymes a jumble of words
thats absurd how bout i just place ya face in the curb
place ya face in the dirt created from molten earth
ive been murked rebirthed while u spit rhymes rehashed and rehersed
my brain develops in growth spurts anything i say works
insanity coupled with calamity managing to eat away panicing
damaging heavenly or satantically frantically hammering
blood baths of sin infected with noxious gases and pathogens
ya caskets slim rip a faggots limbs bashin him im so masculine
by my fitteds brim kicks and tims pull tht thing fresh out the bing

[SKAMPOE]

killcock is a faggit rapper swagga jacker...

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

killcock is a faggit rapper swagga jacker...

hahaha fag

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

slicin whole bisons while you bite like mike tyson
i think of what im writing then the pen starts striking
lighting the paper with aristotle thoughts from thermopylae
decks socrates philosophies general like pericles
fire and brimestone speaking unbearably
like dahmers killing the beats uncaringly
killing there ancestors and parents by slicing the larynx
spit in there pharynx its apparent im a devil thts daring
like evil kenevil i stunt like a side show
drive by out the window then drive away real slow
like im just waiting for the cops to cop me
illegally pop and shot me cuz there just crackers and nazis
flow of the nile river complex arithmatic
so be quiet we firing but u say u quit
it's okay you bitch i move beats like i move weight
like rells and jr i only did it for the cake

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

yo klz klz im hearing rumors like hell rell
these niggas all mad cuz they albums aint sell well
they blame it on the internet new but ive been a vet
baghdad ive been a threat americas arch nemesis
my temperment is not irrelevent while intelligent
im heaven sent and hell bent give it up like it was lent
yall bullets missin like ferris buellers day off
i spray off the AR k pah? im straight raw
these bullets go back and forth like sesaws
till my gun starts jerkin like the GGPR
i sky dive on the high rise im a fly guy by sun rise
but at night fall i fight yall incite brawls and rob malls
air lift ya parents kids sick like therapy of chemo
im on par with KR wutang and primo
yall gamblin lives my gun is a casino
mafioso and capos my niggas all gambinos

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

im a street pharmacist blocks intelligent
i spit real shit all yours irrelevent
i pop shots replace where ya melon is
i tote hammers show you wat a felon is
its not me trust me i aint frontin
the way i poker face i can tell she bluffin
the way i jump thru fire you can tell im stuntin
and the way shit go down i know hes runnin
like a real nigga will kill niggas for friends and fam
and will pop till the niggas dead or the gun jams
but fake niggas run like usain bolt
it hurts when the heat and pain jolts
you could feel it peirce ya body then u all wet
it hurts you know you dead but not just yet
it could be from the AR or maybe the tec
it could be cuz u talkin or cuz of ya set (EASY!)

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

picture me in a black jeep lavish as fuck
back seat cracked yak guttin a dutch
drunk out my mind ready to yuck
russian roulette leave ya life to luck
you buy ya punchlines fresh off a website
i get mine from hardwork when the lead strikes
im strong and i blew up like iranian missles
i dont need to diss you ill just dump a pistol
have it rippin thru tissue and not klenex
banga have his chest exposed like V necks
crime scene flow CSI mind state
why wait? listen to lyrical mind rape
ive been through alot yall niggas would cry
disrespect my craft yall niggas would die
all i know is that im not living a lie
im tryna get bread french or rye

[SKAMPOE]

mu fucka u dont tote gunz n pop shots
or do 90 percent of the shit u stay writing about.
u need to stfu b4 we show up atcha house n throw hands on ya mommas blouse,
now watchu respond with ''uh i may not live it but i talk about it cuz ma peoples be runnin the streets'',
i know where u from play boy u aint keep it discrete,
by the way that u speak niggaz prolly think u was raised by a marine corp fleet,
but i know ya faggits aint hard to the core regardles of an ill metaphore,
i bet u still cant sleep with a locked door,
afraid of the boogyman whos blood run chilled,
if it wernt for ya lil gated community u prolly would of already been got killed,
NOI bean pie filled,
tha craving to dine on the soul of fake faggits like u,
and the rest of them punks u call CREW but cha niggaz aint true,
to the mu fuckin code we live by,
real kill! u the type of roach we let die when the lead fly all in ya eye,
but u a smart guy who learned to substitute the u for the a,
which brings me to ma original point, nigga u mad gay!

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

mu fucka u dont tote gunz n pop shots
or do 90 percent of the shit u stay writing about.
u need to stfu b4 we show up atcha house n throw hands on ya mommas blouse,
now watchu respond with ''uh i may not live it but i talk about it cuz ma peoples be runnin the streets'',
i know where u from play boy u aint keep it discrete,
by the way that u speak niggaz prolly think u was raised by a marine corp fleet,
but i know ya faggits aint hard to the core regardles of an ill metaphore,
i bet u still cant sleep with a locked door,
afraid of the boogyman whos blood run chilled,
if it wernt for ya lil gated community u prolly would of already been got killed,
NOI bean pie filled,
tha craving to dine on the soul of fake faggits like u,
and the rest of them punks u call CREW but cha niggaz aint true,
to the mu fuckin code we live by,
real kill! u the type of roach we let die when the lead fly all in ya eye,
but u a smart guy who learned to substitute the u for the a,
which brings me to ma original point, nigga u mad gay!

afraid of the boogey man? cmon dog let's be real
why dont you all tell us how ghost laced makes you feel
mad sad angry alone like you have no home
keep blazers like sunday service nigga we got chrome
and imma tell you something right now shit is all true
jig you need to stop lettin this nigga rap after you
this shit is like normandy or D-day may day
and my niggas cut you like a DJ we kay slay
you may talk shit about my rhymes and i really dont do this shit
but you not fire you amateur and most likely new to this
im the youngin but imma have to school this kid
hit him with a math book till he spits straight arithmatic
and i didnt even spit no punches in this verse this shit is light work
im quick to fight first swallow the mic burp and spit a hype verse
my niggas straight zombies in shadows that we lurk
u cud be 5 % and rebirthed but just like ya rhymes ill leave u rehearsedd EASY!

[SKAMPOE]

rehearsed?, nigga we attackem baggem n stackem all in the hearse,
yea u rock blazers along with a purse,
yousa faggot toy that gets destroyed wit one fourth of ma verse,
this thread is the worst,
excuse for verbal dicipline,
u aint fuckin with me even when i od of the herbal medicine,
lyrically i get it in, wit the ill moves for the win,
u aint shit but another one of these shark niggas so im attackin ur fin.
s9 niggaz got u gassed but ur ass,
we on another type of class with our craft,
like i said yousa shark nigga tryna sink teeths in ma raft,
the lyrics i blast past ur ear drum fast,
n finish the task when ur stuck ina mufuckin body cast,
laid up un able to move,
needle to the grove,
cuttin up the part where it explains yousa faggit ass dood.