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word a' mouth - famous last words lyrics

[verse 1: mr. metaphor]
step right up, step right up and listen close
f-ck the beef and just let the pot roast
some shorties try to high post, i block ’em out
puff blunts and drink private stocks of stout
i gots no doubt, so let the flow out my windpipe
i make ya clap, clap ya hands like twin hype
i keep my stems ripe, puffin’ on a peace pipe
quick fast like greased light, i’mma recite
rhymes re-ignite the mic
when the beat strikes
it get me hype when ya punks try to beat-bite
tight, lyrics that i write is outta sight
like a satellite
you can’t battle right
grab the mic tight
loose like cellulite
i can tell you might be the type to bite
enormous appet-te
all you rappers bite, unite
and form like parasite
and swarm like locusts in the night
with the focus to bite
i take flight and rise the farenheit

[verse 2:]
arms locked in combat
bombs locked on target
[all block a march?] while the flows are bombarded
arch rivals stifled by the likes of me and met’
slice ya face and neck
place the set, collect, pay your debt
place your bet
stakes is hijinks, chase my jet
[if crazy heads] don’t make ’em pets
i’m with the dead
got b-tt-naked snakes and bad fate to take my bread
i f-cked mother nature, made a ten-acre spread
and ain’t break a sweat
flowin’ like period on the 28th of mayhem
i make sense that’s worth a pennyweight
evacuate, this track’ll make you chickenheads ej-cul-te
you can’t imagine it
my fire make ya flow evaporate
set the date, step to the square
i scared the record straight
defecate in ya mouth and house you like section 8
near the rate
of these litigates will leave a better taste in your flow
so middle aged men, will obliterate

[hook:]

i could burn ya, i could learn ya
somthin’ by ya, i could earn ya t-tle
(famous last words)

i could defeat you, beseech you
to retreat, delete you
(famous last words)

son i blast you, i smash you
point my gat at you, bless you
(famous last words)

i’m the toughest, brag, and puffin’ drags
with eight heads in a duffle bag
(famous last words)

[verse 3:]
mcs scared to be square
my style’s intimidatin’
they mimic me, timidly, simulatin’ my symmetry
claim they innovatin’
i sin like satan
breaking they flow with flames disintigratin’
when they taking it all in vain
main lie generatin’
dollars and followers at the same time
they call my name hollerin’ in the hall of fame
i shine like halogen, got it locked with ball and chain
ya’ll all remain minute
i dilute, ya potency
no mc could hold the fate of my future

[verse 4: mr. metaphor]
one-two, skip to my loo
this lyric swerve through
i house you like a curfew
curse you
i hit you off with a hex
i got more tech than apex
that spray necks
yo, f-ck safe s-x
you get suplexed up in my two-story duplex
your rhymes is rejects
pulled down like v-necks, yo who next?
i take a ?four?
i stake me all in they heart
i’m way smart, i went to k-mart
and stole a go kart
went up the flow chart
when the show start, i cause a ruckus
with rhymes on like [island?]
from n-ssau to suffolks
i stuff chicks, i tuck d-cks
caught in the mix, it depend
the dizzy flow will leave you seasick
yo frequent
if i ruled the world my first to free would be rick
hey yo, my rhymes is mad phat
my mic’s bulemic, your style’s anemic
my scenic visions cycle like the one in prisms
my rhymes is larger than any tiny micro-organisms
metaphors has risen over the top
i kick the ancient bebop
pump like a reebok
see through my eyes
then a peac-ck
i leave you as a laughin’ stock
i’m gattin’ flocks of mcs
who plastic glocks in they rhyme
but due time, i reach my true prime
deaf like pantomime
as i chant a rhyme, you can’t deny
my plan to plant your mind inside my pocket
the lyric pilot keep ya in the c-ckpit
i rock sh-t, i f-cking box it
i’m highly toxic poison
i make more noise than a block orchestra
i’m stalkin’ ya
follow my road i’m forkin’ ya
to the path, so yo
tell a friend, tell a foe, tell a ho
tell any fellow
i do it right like danny aiello
i’m coming at you like a helo-copter
chop ya
couldn’t hold the mic if i spot ya

[hook]

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