Talking Shit

I'm like a race horse, i only see in one direction
and i don't hesitate to go run in ya direction
i'll give you ten seconds to run for your life
cause i'm so crazy i could kill ya twice
with just one stab using just one knife
i'm seriously sick, iller than nice
DeeKay, compare me to the greats, you be Vanilla Ice
thats right, you that bitch type
who would fuck dudes and suck dick
just to get a critic to give your shit good hype
but i'ma tell you the truth, that you need help
cause your shit is impressing no one but yourself
and you were never hot and you just not me
i hit em' up faster than Pac did Biggie
and i'd never claim to be something that i'm not
i'm no Jay, Em, Nas, Pun, Pac, or Big
but i rip shit faster than the fat bitch
sitting on the toliet taking a big shit
bumping my tape like "I dig this, who sings this"
so i'ma be real when i say i wipe my ass wit ya lyric sheet
cause your so full of shit it fills from ya head clear to ya feet
Hip Hop Dead? In a state of emergency?
shit just wait for the emergence of me
i'm the deadliest thing coming off the block
since Virginia Tech got shot up wit a glock
by a kid who had it all planned out, down to seconds on a clock
so i'ma say it like this, if you write shit
and don't like my shit, that's all right Bitch
but if you don't and don't like my song
you can suck my dick till it's raw and the skin is gone

yea you are like a race horse gettin yo ass whipped up and down the course
like your momma still does when you dont do yo chores she must not have raised you right didnt you learn to never bring a knife to a gun fight you little bitch
you cant kill shit in that 10 seconds you already dead in a ditch
and you really are sick i got you on the strip sellin ya lips
and they say deekay ill on the dick and the worst part about it is that you enjoyin it
you far from an emergency this message im sendin is more than urgent "DEE"
dont you know you could get the H.I.V you taking balls and swingin bats like it was the MLB
it wont stop you weak in the streets and melt to the heat just like yo glock
you the deadest thing commin off my choppin block
just like you said commin down to seconds on the clock
yo time is up so now that you dead we can watch yo body deekay and rot

alright bitch, it was just an introduction but you taking it serious
flipping out on me like you a little bitch dealing with ya periods
its my first time on the site so i didn't know that people could battle back
especially a punk ass bitch like you coming back with a shit ass battle rap
calling me dee, FUCK YOU BITCH, call your self workaverse, what are you twelve
can't decide if you gay or straight so you just jack off to pictures of your self
and it was real cool how you took my lines and tried to use them against me
Bitch, talking about watching my body rot, you ain't no mutha fucking emcee
I'd drag you under my rear wheel and drive 19 miles till your skin peels
and leaves a trail of blood and guts from your inside
till you body is teared apart and can't be identified
and you talking about guns on the street like you are a real G, but you just like the rest
unoriginal and not put to the test, so i'ma be straight and lay my self on the line and confess
BITCH i don't care if you wear a bullet proof vest, i'm still gonna pop 16 caps into ya chest
so i dare you to battle back, i'll flip ya ass faster than you can beg a fag to stick it in ya ass

deekay, my flow make ya rot, decay
fertilizer, u aint ntn but crap
leave u in a coffin like a mummy, u jus minus the wrap
got u stuck like u in a maze, this rats ina trap
cant see ntn but haze, musta smoked to much
gotta green thumb, get u high off my touch
trust, wit me u cant mess like i was poison
my raps got bite like a cobra
leave u half paralized, new story for oprah
i will choke ya
and now this anaconda finna stomach ya

been spittin for a minute, i bring that aggression,
mak, who are u testin, ima teach u a lesson,
in the art of progression, cos when spence is flexin,
i wrecks it, as hard as my erection, the lord blessed em,
cos spence's flow is the definition of perfection,
every time i do it, i take it to a new direction,
correction, i wont stop till im restin, in peace,
my rhymes inpeneatrable, like the golden fleece,
im comin for the whole cake, fuck a slither or a piece,
cos all my shits straight, like a shirt without a crease,
and ill reside with the deceased, befo i talk to police,
ive been burnin you to long, maybe its time to cease,
fire, mak time to throw in the towel, bow out and retire,
cos i grip to the track, like an f1 tyre, and spence never tire,
ether is what i perspire, all your shits dire,
im the king of this shit, jus call me the sire,
and you an actor, you belong on the wire,
no oscar for you, cos i can transpire,
that you talkin out ya ass, yous a first class liar,
and you aint fuckin with shit, like a nun or a friar,
im suckin this forum dry, im the rap vampire.

spencer, u hangin off me like suspender
gimme second lemme thro this froot in the blender
he think he a contender, when he's the worst defender
ima put a dent in this nigga like he was a fender
tear ur bitches pussy nice and tender
when im thru wit her, ur gna have ta mend her
u aint no big spender, u got monopoly money
when i step in the room, u like "how it get so sunny?"
cuz i stay shinin like a spotlight
u c that red dot right? im accurate as hell
like u got pinpointed by satellite
so call me astronaut cuz i stay above
fuck peace and love, shoot down a dove
bring sufferin and pain along my path
ur shirts bloodstained, bitch feel my wrath
i spit dirty, my lyrics need a bath
no tub, ur bitch treats my dick like a lamp
rub a dub dub

From the bay where the scrapers spin around
Comin at you underground I’m here to astound
So ladies and gentleman please take a seat
Relax to the rhythm and lyrical melody
You tellin me you ain’t heard some shit like this
Cuz my shit is brand new, I come from the abyss
Eternal bliss, my mind is in a horrendous haze
I observe it as phase , everyday I gotta blaze
It’ s a must that I can trust my rappin expertise
In the front chargin fees, in the back growin trees
High off of that diesel, shroomin just like the beatles
You can find me at Ellison Hall or chillin at cheadle
Tweedle Dee Tweedle Dum and thwittle my thumbs
Sippin on coke and rum, man I’m goin so dumb
Nigga you know want some but you gotta front five
I’m known as a great white, and these sharks terrorize

While you try to relax to the rythm and lyrical melody
ima sit here at spit at you intulectually
whle you readin this, your gonna be challengin your own sexualty
a pussy. what you got. not me. YOU
this kid may be a GREAt WHITe but they call me zues
you terrorize. but nigga i am the terrorisst
killin little bithes left n right they call me syanide
a mother fuckin mastermind
intelligently hittin you wit tha flow n rhyme
i hold mine. no disguise

its apparent to me that everyone is so dramatic
talkin about i'll kill you nigha...taste my automatic
well how bout this, i'll flow with a articulte rhyme
lets ya'll people know whats its like in my mind
half the time, it seems like a niggha is spaced out
most the time my ass be just plain blowed out
puffin on the green leaf sippin on my green tea
gotta keep the colone clean never hear shit from me
i dont talk shit cuz fecies smell bad
i let niggas talk for me like an interpretor in baghdad
no more mismatched syllaboles or syncpation
its simple mathematics/ you aint gotta be asian
quick to pursuade them/ apes but never bathed them/
used only a couple metaphores and ya'll nighas overlooked them/
Whack. i know oh well.

its apparent to me that everyone is so dramatic
talkin about i'll kill you nigha...taste my automatic
well how bout this, i'll flow with a articulte rhyme
lets ya'll people know whats its like in my mind
half the time, it seems like a niggha is spaced out
most the time my ass be just plain blowed out
puffin on the green leaf sippin on my green tea
gotta keep the colone clean never hear shit from me
i dont talk shit cuz fecies smell bad
i let niggas talk for me like an interpretor in baghdad
no more mismatched syllaboles or syncpation
its simple mathematics/ you aint gotta be asian
quick to pursuade them/ apes but never bathed them/
used only a couple metaphores and ya'll nighas overlooked them/
Whack. i know oh well.

its apparent to me that everyone is so dramatic
talkin about i'll kill you nigha...taste my automatic
well how bout this, i'll flow with a articulte rhyme
lets ya'll people know whats its like in my mind
half the time, it seems like a niggha is spaced out
most the time my ass be just plain blowed out
puffin on the green leaf sippin on my green tea
gotta keep the colone clean never hear shit from me
i dont talk shit cuz fecies smell bad
i let niggas talk for me like an interpretor in baghdad
no more mismatched syllaboles or syncpation
its simple mathematics/ you aint gotta be asian
quick to pursuade them/ apes but never bathed them/
used only a couple metaphores and ya'll nighas overlooked them/
Whack. i know oh well.

Fuck all you suckas, I'm the real stunna
Hit you like bongos, call me a drumma

Let me tell you the truth, I'm the expert
Got a go go gadget flow, just call me dexter
Your bitch I'm gonna sex her cuz she' a woodpecker
Knockin at my cock, I better just let her
Give that bitch the cream fill, tell her hold still
Leave her white as a snowman you know she just chill

i creep. i rat-a-tack. as i rap
flow. no. go. slow. on lookers going oh whoa!
this kids getting knocked out wit tha right blow
n i stay up. fly high. no lie.
cappin while i fly by. jus takin my flight to tha nex height
jus turned into a space cuise
no loss. but you lose. or maybe your bitch loose.
shes says im rude. but she'd be scared. she prude.
cause what she has. i dont wan no clue.
so i jus keep real. i flash by i flatter.
batter up. whos next. cause ima just chill back wit this cup.
and watch my own lyrics do their thing. watch em erupt.

Fool aint wreckin shit this guy is gettin broken
Open your eyes and realize you're flows not potent
I spit oceans and potions that are so smooth like lotion
You wanna here more, gonna have to give me a token
And yes I'm tokin one of the finest herbs
I stay spittin icebergs so you betta check my wise words
Your eyes hurt, your blinded, you can't see the truth
You want proof, BAM BAM, I'm a the top like a roof
Cuz your carcass is laid out and there is a pool of blood
No heaven but hell for wrecked up thugs

sick of all this trash
so call me garbage man
dispose of these niggas as fast as i can
so sick that i am the band
me and my lyrics
try top top em if u can, but u aint in no tin
so get hoppin, before i do u like champagne
and start poppin
the mic, if u touch u shud b droppin
cuz first off u need to go to the lyric store
and do some shoppin
and my mind is like a shoppin spree
never excuse myself
im jus to sick for an apology
so if i pass gas, these bitches inhale my fumes like gas
hopin it'll make them go blast
and reach my lyrical class