Monster Music (Killbot's Factory)

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

as i lay my head down to sleep
i pray for the lord my soul to keep
if i shall die before i wake
make shure you put out the tracks i raped
you know the new lyrical talent i displayed
gamma rays on stage obituaries the front page
a yager case bangas at waist make no mistake
ya life ill take dump u in a lake then smoke an eigth
master mind of corruption deducting the population
words branded by satan sickness of a cancer patient
he who speaks blatant peace forsaken promise breaking
vomit up makeshift rappers in basements and kill there replacements
it went from cretin creations debating there political statements
promising change and racist erasments but its remainin the same kid
i review m rhymes like look what my brain did
this the same kid you told wud neva make it

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

poetic prophetic messages resonating your residence
its evident evidence ive been sent from heaven kid
ive been bleeding for days from my pen spirtually
while ive been murderin strays physically lyrically
my mind took trips to citys of the ancients
then it went to the future found the earth vacant
at a zero population the city brutally barren
the sight of distant planets truely impairing
more likely to be submitting my mind to ensnaring
murder instrumentals soon to be lyrically bearing
and ive been chasin it nowhere near the fame
while my name rings bells like hunchback of notre dame
i see the future more like a plan visualizer
and im all over the beats like a synthesizer
its all down hill speeding in the charger
hiphops soul so ive died a martyr

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

killer robot or a terrorist sent in to execute
i stay very cute catch bodies like a prostitute
i roll with a godly crew hold tools immaculate
i was in the play pen back stabbin kids
verge of stalkin the high rise a crook
wholl leave you outlined like ya favorite book
all you see is yellow tape chalk on the side walk
thats a crime scene no one playin hop scotch
kinda like dip samples i happen to chop rocks
my gun is carbonated they ALWAYS pop
you could play around with fire like it was a joke
but if you do your plans will be up in smoke
i got bars like candy or dove soap
and stay wit more devoted followers then the pope
pistol packin and exploded magnums on factions
so holly wood lights cameras then the action

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

scorching and torching cities its a pity im snorin
borin scroing imported and foreign vehicles abortion
mean im takin out the engine renderin enemys helpless
hog all the instrumentals im selfish
have his lips all swelled up like shell fish
smell this yea thats tht good relish (HAHA)
murder murmur to the cops i stop heart beats
with hard beats im hardly a narc see
im sick with no form of medication my eyes dialated
fascinated by basic makeshift mistakes i spit
meaning im sicker then aids when im at my worst
gift a curse reherse each verse till the steez works
spit words swallow beats then the beast burps
i heat nerds with each turn my speech burns
ill have ya family kissin the floor burst thru the door
till you get the point like a bulletin board

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

see first i freestyle to warm up the flow
then i ponder some shit and just let it go
i start out fast then eventually write slow
invision the beat ice water just like snow
the beat brutally beatin bleedin pain receding
more kicks and snares im needing to be defeating
im creepin 45 reasoning aint cohesive
cohesive? only when speakin am i completing
a full fledged journey through my mind or a 16
you could catch 16 or fire till its empty
not u talkin to the beat dont tempt me
dont need fists got bars to defend me
lyrical dismemberment definetly remember this
a beat ill render it..well dont even mention it
for all those thats familiar with my temperment
kill ya better half like burnin the new testament

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

see in the streets im known wit infamousy
when on the beat i spit wit intimacy
then go away disappear mysteriously
gold and gliter focused materialistically
expand your horizons art and fine wine
no trust is both smart and unkind
but better safe and being cautious
cuz i doubt u wish to experience losses
talkin crazy lives are what the cost is
so much pain it could make you nauseous
see i spit bout math like trigganometry
and talk about guns reverse psychology
but still ball like i hit the lottery
fuck the money music is just a part of me
i wouldnt give this up if niggas dared me
get ice and cream like ben and jerrys

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

i keep living like this on the edge
i keep hearin voices all up in my head
vision is impaired all i invision is death
im high on cocaine pcp and maybe meth
as i sit here in swallow my last breath
go into the light im on the home stretch
talkin mess will get ya dome a fuckin left
and im not talkin a hook fill brains wit lead
shattered carcass dead all up on the bed spread
leave his fuckin head lodged in my uncles shed
i dont give a fuck im twisted like an abortion
im more for the chopping of bodies rather then extortion
my view of the world is forlorn and kinda morbid
i see shadows wraiths and a number assorted horrors
when im in town best not leave ya wife home alone
yall born broke like you had an extra chromosome

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

flow heat wit no beat move in stealth
yall niggas got stacks but i got wealth
all ya albums and tapes collecting dust on my shelf
pistol whip a nigga like my bad thought u was someone else
its baghdad spazzin eradacatin wit magnums
actin savage bashin yall faggots wit fuckin madness
i spit mind rape on myspace with no faith
go ape with that base no paper plates
that means niggas hittin it like seth petruzelli
my rhymes nasty and dirty so nigga ya smell me
im too tight like a fat bitches thong play along
lyrics hot n hard like they been in the oven too long
guns like cards the king pulls em on jokers they drawn
so when we smoke niggas they chest is like bongs
im flyer then kites at night plus i got balls
ya chick got more in the back then busy cop cars
and i smoke some dimes the others i pipe em
you ya either crush on em or wife em psychemz


(finish l8r)

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

im a fuckin animal somethin similar to ving rames
teflon vest block shots like lebron james
im the shit yall niggas more like shit stains
buyin an xbox the only way you get game
and recitin my songs only time u spit flames
and watchin zombie flicks only time u get brains
ive been here for years decade and some change
shots drown you in blood and swallow lungs mang
they call me pistol pete when pistols meet ya childrens teeth
you sing on beats i spit street tht make crabs thro a b
comin thru rippin a free pissy like pee
verses like these sicker then STD's between knees
im iller then the next nigga which is you
you shoot bricks i move bricks flip this 1 2
chop a sample throw a kick and a snare and ill rip it bare
you a bad golfer never fuckin shot in the fair

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

im a fuckin animal somethin similar to ving rames
teflon vest block shots like lebron james

shit was sick son u be killing them son

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

ive been tossin and turning having nightmares
gun on the waist hell nah i dont fight fair
1 on 1 ive graduated from that kiddy shit
my set riding you can catch about fifty clips
i start straight classics and lay back like fifty did
and rhymes get steady rotations like some spinners kid
i bag ya wifey so quickly slip up in her ribs
and all my niggas guilty till proven innocent
im possibly gonna be one of the greatest ever
and sell out or dumb down nigga ill never
hate or wait for anotha niggas say so
and to raise funds neva resort to baggin dat yayo
im tryna make something outta nothing my team
all we got is a slim shot and a fuckin dream
ive been waiting so long to rise up feel me?
they dont dig or understand so they emotionally kill me

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

all these rappers talk of shit they never really did
they fuck other chicks wit starving little kids
the world is cold but we made it like this
being caught up in this shit impossible to fight it
so i light smoke up and forget the whole nation
u get shot all u think of is retaliation
you kill him his friend kills ya friend time wastin
its so cool media got violence celebrated
ya kids watchin so much trash up on the TV
you doin dirt got nuttin to feed ya seeds
tired of this cruel place suicide the best choice
just blow my brains and leave my fuckin chest moist
but the only thing that keeps me goin is the snare
the bass the sample drums and all of the fans
i know i could do it if just given a chance
even if i gotta murder wit cold blood on my hands

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

yo fuck a niggas thoughts gimme da cheese
or you will bleed got G's in my jeans
im swaggin and surfin this beat i b murkin
i whoop rico a nigga till my arms start hurtin
and im so cool i know the bitches stare
club like surgery bloods everywhere
and i dont rep tht red but respect it to the fullest
i kno a lotta B's who will feed ya niggas bullets
go ahead and see em if u think they wont pull it
im asleep on ya albums yea i lull it
me and my homies fitted match the back pack
gucci swag on deck green red stripes black
gucci duffel filled wit all the cash raps
i got connections businessses and assets
and we hit the club all my niggas hangin 10
we blow cash easy recession aint phasin them

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

she said i had a big ego swag was on point
and her body was smokin just like my joint
so i said lil mama lemme get da bar code
bar code ya thats the digits if u aint kno
so when i get ya number lemme c if i cud smash
take the bitch straight to the pad
have her butt naked imma smack that ass
i kicked her out the crib then just laughed

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

see these valid lines from ancient times of palestine
you wont battle mine or recline witta shattered spine
dictionary defined by the art of rhyme commit crimes
wit 5 nines thats a 45 in prime time
im Armstrong from the crack im peddalin
smash excederin and aderol im killen them
fillin em wit the lead im spitten and rippin them
the illest been the sick one actin devilish
relish this clippin fifths sick fuck no medicine
instantly deadin spreadin there intestines smoke every scent
i am hella bent like im ready to pray
niggas fresh out the pen and they ready to play
witta AK rugers my AKA
and well spray have it lookin like D-day
the sick one clip guns for big funds im rich dun
and if u aint rippun then u probably snitchun