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metaphaurus raps - born hater - epik high (metaphaurus raps remix) lyrics

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hottest of the three to come out my mother womb
never ever number two. your rap style sounds like somebody that’s goin’ number two
rap demon cursed to walk the earth that i was summoned to
pastor’s son is cussin’. ooooh!
i got curse words engraved inside of my f-ckin’ tooth!
d-mn, you don’t like that?
like that, i’ll make wise cracks
step on those, you’ll break my back
try to rock me? don’t mind that
i don’t see you. make blind raps?
style is ugly need blind wraps
very hot sh-t. rewind that
think you shine? dude, you shine black
how you likin’ them apples? no tampons. need an ipad?
in my battles, smoke dudes like camel. f-ck it. call it iraq
you must be sterling cause your sound ain’t my stereo’s type
ain’t as sharp like a dough knife
makin’ cuts i got no knife
game over, you no life
i’ve seen sh-t. i know life
watch. you step to me, i’ll clock you in no time
catchin’ cold feet? you’re better off wearin’ knee socks
you must be tde, “the dumbest emcee” biatch
emcee’s begone. climbin’ to the top? you’ll just drop like king kong
wack rappers? i’ll leave a hole in one. tee off
peasants in my kingdom
k!llin’ in the booth like john wilkes did lincoln
ey, i’m talkin’ klingon on this planet i don’t belong
k!llin’ all you rappers before i leave. come to see off
‘bout to break bad. flow is disgusting
better pray that i don’t blow. hear the dings?
call me mr. white. you ain’t a reservoir, dawg
more like antarctic ocean cause you temperature drop
you touchin’ this? need oven mitts
this sh-t is capital punishment
i’m cuttin’ short your bucket list. you made it on my buckin’ list
you pale in comparison
always movin’ forward flyin’ solo. call me harrison
never one to bow. back is arched. call it arrogance
this sh-t is pretty good, but don’t call me a samaritan
addict to this rap sh-t. better save me from this heroin
body’s cold & full of caps. your name is winter soldier
except that i’m the one that’s givin’ you the cold shoulder
frozen with the raps. bein’ cold never bothered me
that’s why i let it go when it comes to you & mockery
boy, you need to go to school. we’re leavin’ home. hold on
i’ll cue you in. you & hip-hop? that’s an oxymoron
my alias is lucypher. i’ll make it rain in h-ll
i can tell by the way you write that you don’t label well
i’m not under any labels, but got better chance than you rappers
acid on these raps
better book. start a new chapter
don’t rap. bad influence to the young like marilyn manson
zilla’s comin’ back. where’s the god? you’re starin’ at him
f-ck religion. i’ll eat bacon even if you all are kosher
got ham? i’m a bad man & a joker
sober? nah. overdoser. makin’ bread. not a loafer
think you rock? nah, i’m bolder
got three strikes. you ain’t a bowler
with the maggots you gon’ snuggle
burnin’ you then snort the rubble
crack heads open with a shovel
style’s so dope i need a duffel
it’s a drug that you could smuggle
not as good as where it come from
raps are bullets to my stungun
shockin’ people findin’ someone
to plunge them out of this cr-p-hop
need more rappers stuck with mascots
don’t steal weed, but this the jackpot
pose a threat in all your snapshots
play time’s over. out the sandbox!



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