🔱 PASSIONATE MC | "DFUOB IV" [Contest Entry] (Cranston, Rhode Island)

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[ Official Lyrics]

Hi, remember me? The galactical freak
with the microphone attached to his cheek?
Well, I came back to defeat you faggot rappers who turned
Adam & Eve to Adam & Steve with more knowledge than
every single member of every Ivy League college's faculty team
Adamantly through the mastery of tactical schemes that would
shatter the dreams of gathered elites, cause you against me
is like Iraqi police against a pack of Marines!
And after I get rid of you just know it's the beginning to
the worst possible ritual that you could be a witness to
Ripping you with syllables cause you think that you're lyrical
but like an INSTITUTION for MIDGETS you're just (miniscule / Mini-School)
in comparison to greatness, fast enough
to out maneuver an alien space ship
on foot, fuck everybody who wants hooks
when I party like Garth Brooks eating out of your mom's puss.
I get sick when I rap, sicker than shitting in the
face of a girl sucking your dick from the back
Ball your fists, I dare you bitches to swing
You wouldn't TAP-WATER running the FAUCET within your KITCHEN SINK
Got em' mad like an underpaid nanny scrubbing some Russian ladies panties,
with spanish as her only language of understanding, They can't STAND ME
It's like dropping the TRAP DOOR underneath their damn FEET
Now they have something to HANG WITH, I'm so UNDERGROUND
I make GRAVES SHIFT while working a GRAVE SHIFT
laying shit lyrically, dudes go deaf
when my FORCE (Air / Ear) Strikes like Call Of Duty killing sprees
Down with a quick blast, spit fast rounds, better get back
Bitch ass clowns with a little bit of confidence get pounded with sick raps
In fact, I'm number one, You're softer than cummerbunds
And I'm ripping MC"s like its a disease that I suffer from!

Part II

I don't give a fuck
about this contest because it's all about luck
In spit of the way they might judge
I'll throw a PUNCHLINE SOUTHPAW and still have the RIGHT touch
Down for the kill when the mics plugged
Outlaw appeal when the fights done
In your face like what?!
Not even closed caption could match all the lyrics that I write up
C'mon, you can't be that stupid
I'll throw your soul to the stars with your corpse still attached to it
What a beautiful sight, I nail every track
You don't have to see my cuticles dike
I'm rude and I like to twist rappers with raps
spinning them so fast forward it looks like they're spinning backwards
The most clumsiest verbalist dropping verses
more than a priest with Parkinson's disease at his church services.
Cause even the Rugged Man knows I'm murderous
by the way I was merciless through the style I was working with
leaving observers curious cause they knew I deserved to win
rapping tighter than tourniquets, hotter than lighted furnaces.