sypher – listerine rap (56 bars) lyrics
[sypher]
ayo, i’m reppin’ canada
plus i got the stamina to damage ya’
flow is bananas and flashy like a camera
i’ll make it rain, dear, like i got a pair of antlers
sick of lame queers rapping like they can battle ya’
when i’m the rhyming champ, fighting all you challengers
you need to buy a lamp, shed some light on ‘dem pamelas
demar derozens, high flying scavengers
i’m savage and i’ll ravage and i’ll stab you with a spatula
i’m packin’ a mac in the back of the acura
don’t got a cadillac like big pun is on the track with ya’
i’m hungry like dracula, blood out the back of ya’
neck, on my tongue so i can wreck like the jabbawoc-
keez on my chain, on my break like a janitor
haters ripped apart like timberlake stripping janet’s bra
immature or amateur, mr. sinister attacking ya’
get a miniature minister to administer the cap in ya’
-ss, get it in just like my last name
sn-tch chains from lame rappers that lack game
you had fame but it’s gone since i owned your manager
he didn’t live long, got thrown over the banister
home is where the pandas are, going extinct
blood flowing like how i handle bars; hole in the sink
i’m hoping to drink every last ounce of blood
that pours out his veins just like countless thugs
who died when they tried to rhyme against the sypher
check this guy’s eyes, can’t tell if he’s petrified or hyper
i’m the sypher, i spit that fire
these little rappers here are full of sh-t like diapers
ripping tires, end your victory lap
cause whatever you’re gonna spit, it’ll be wack
so don’t hit me with that, just give me a track
and i’ll spit it so fresh, call it listerine rap
whoever wants next is gonna be mr. bean rap
silence, nothing there like mr. clean’s cap
violent, b-tch rappers hit with bean bags
hydrants; what you’ll need to take the scene back
cause when i come spit you are hit with a fire blast
try to m-ssively make rappers retire fast
cause they blow b-lls but get hailed like snow fall
they rhyme like they d-ck with words that’s so small
ha! that’s what she said! y-ssin bleeds red
and i’m like jango fett, yeah i need head
oh wait, he’s dead? k!lla bee headed
mc’s can get it embedded when i set it
off and cough up the frost from hoth
you gonna spit? i call it off with a molotov
lyrical holocaust, your b-lls is lost
like ray, k and paul in boston
all accross and around the world
you better call your boss when i pound your girl
cause you’ll need a raise to come bet with me
and we don’t play in the west indies
i need to slay the best emcees
they keep away from testing me
you easily get wrecked and bleed
so just ease the pain by respecting me, b-tch!
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