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cutthroat - madic lyrics

[verse 1: cranky]
it’s cranky, dropping verbs, young papa smurf
looking at you like long hair, not concerned
y’all gon’ learn today your man ain’t popular first
placate populace, radiate waves off of the verse
payday, stack bills like i’m bad at tetris
that’s real, y’all pop pills like a fifties housewife
i’m outright bout mine until the chalk outline
no downtime, that’s upside down like bad investments
or headstands, untying my sweatpants waistband with my left hand
face-planted in great legs wetter than eight kegstands
great chance it’ll make p-rnhub
sure ‘nough like fake friends that’ll snake your love
sure ‘nough like eight grams of the cake snort up
ain’t doper than the sh-t in my rhyme pad that i’m bored of
than listen to these f-ckboy rappers
well, i’d rather cut off my d-ck and slide a catheter cord up
but yo, let me tell you all ‘bout me
see boy i’m fallout 3 crossed with like all three beastie boys
so call out me, better be ready to be destroyed
i’m all out, peace be just a copout, keeps me ‘noid
i be on my suit and tie sh-t
y’all be on your suicide sh-t
your crew’ll die quick, if you alive quit
tryna’ meet your maker, dude well i’m it, f-ck y’all

[verse 2: miky]
i’m a large -rs-nal that’s filled with god particles
to destroy emcees till they spill out garbage juice
the misfits that’s mixed with liquid
from adamantium, vibranium in the pigment
yeah, meaning that we beyond humans
they clashing with armed mutants
energy rising, hit ‘em with hadoukens
confusion is leaving ’em all clueless
don’t get hit with the head shaker
chest crater, breath taker, the death maker
it will help you meet your crypt keeper
they just mad i k!ll everything i touch like the grim reaper
but i’m bout to go on, my mighty morphing
the ones to -ssemble the team like voltron
man, i’m just speaking the truth
even as a cell i was sick, you seeing the proof
so just gimme the loot before i give you boot
‘cause it’s the clash of the gods, justice league versus legion of doom
i’m thinking futuristically
cut off they halos, they never gonna be ahead of me
it’s the beginning of rap with some sinister facts, my intelligence way ahead of them
it’s a treasure chest, archeologist of the ones that’s steady digging the raps, ugh
with the wickedest traps and the militant act
seven deadly sins, but they’re the ones that’s feeling the wrath

[verse 3: zeps]
yeah, ha, listen to that as i be ripping the track, oh what a vicious attack
holding the mic like i’m gripping an axe, chopping the flow then i’m switching it back
like i was watching sports center and then my girl changed it
words dangerous, freestyle until i’m world famous
’till everybody knows my face
and in this game put down my stuff to hold my place
bro i’m great, flow migrate, make the ground shake
they feel the aftershock through the whole tri-state, ha, ha, ha
i’m a hit ‘em with a proper flow, gotta very dirty mind i’m about to show
it’s eleven thirty five and i gots to go to the bodega on the corner for some platanos
(y’all sweeter than maduros) i’m crispy tostones
(d-mn this guy got b-lls) so you l!cking my cajones
now, who got the best charm, rappers causing zeps harm
nah, never that, half these cats they shop at dress barn
fresh beats like you would get from a farm
peep, if heads sleep you better set the alarm
(tick tock) hip hop’s my incredible path
when it first started people thought it never could last
raise the volume up higher so the levels can blast
so sick, don’t trip find the medical staff (where’s the nurse?)
kinda thirsty, if you got some henny p-ss it quick
this beat is grimy on some new york city cl-ssic sh-t
the kid he’s p-ssionate with that witty rapping, b-tch
i ain’t letting none of y’all eat like skinny actresses

[verse 4: madic]
from minneapolis, madic bucking, the stage crazy
blunt in the booth i be puffing thicker than jay’s lady
so the crib when we spitting in it be staying hazy
deranged bangers, my brain hitting the page lately
keeping it gutter, creeping the with the freaks and geeks
while the jack d sleep in my stomach
eating you suckers, fiending for a piece of you f-ckers
knife in my grip, slicing your mix cd cause it’s utter trash
packing the mac in the back of the ac
strapped with a laptop, cracking your stats when attacking a track
’till i’m stacking the platinum plaques and i’m that n-gga like
the past jiggy thriller m. jack, back when he black
half of you wack, the other forty nine point nine nine
percent of you guys pure sh-t in disguise
but i’m that point oh one percenter
occupy members copy my figure, burn my effigy, but ain’t stopping this n-gga
this vodka i’m gripping -ssaulting my liver
put a sock in it talking you bigger, i spot you, binocular vision
i’m rocking with rakim when you clock in my spitting
loaded, ready, exploding poems with my octopus ink pen
that optimus living hype it looking something like
another day in the life of the motherf-cking tight
of the rubber glove and knife, the surgical structure writes
searching for cervixes, swerve on surfaces drunker type
i’m getting crunker right, can i still say that word?
the earth birthed me as a sp-ce invader gamer nerd
took a turn, met the creator when i blazed the herb
endowed to me his powers, now i’m bound to slay these major herbs
my brain, it staying colorful
displaying my super saiyan way of creating a painting of what i do
rearrange the earth under you, i’m coming get cover, fool
stunt and get stung by a stunner, we motherf-cking cruel

- madic lyrics

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