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Crossed Out(LyricalXDiss)
- //Auto// (INTRO) Man, Fuck is you on?
- //Murk Merk// (VERSE 1)
- Running my ones, I be the king and you's nothing but pawns and I
- want all the smoke so you cunts, BRING IT ON!
- Shoot his hair off and blow up the salon.
- Finna bombard your ass, fucking be gone, bitches.
- I be on this shit like I just Hit The Quan
- on your asses because I be on that
- Red dot like Eggsoff while camping your spawn.
- Like Buzz Lightyear, he went above and beyond!
- (CLIMAX)
- Woah, woah, ay you spun his shit, Auto
- Run your shit. Run your shit. Beat his ass. Beat his ass!
- Tell him he wouldn't catch a body if we were tossing dead men!
- He finna be so cooked, he won't even respond!
- //Auto// (VERSE 1)
- Welcome to the wild side, Hub city's wild side.
- Where tecs fly, that's homicide and my stacks like a mile high.
- Fly as a bitch, got a condo on cloud 9.
- Slap box with God, jump off heaven and skydive.
- So supernatural Auto come and see me on Sci Fi
- From 5 6 with five nines two mac 10s and Glock nines.
- Let's do this however, whenever. Tell em I'm ready!
- Waters run deep way before Katrina broke the levee.
- Look partner, I'm no gangster, I'm no killer
- But please believe I know plenty gangsters that'll kill ya!
- I don't like you, I don't feel ya you're very unfamiliar
- So please build your catalog before I knock your cattle off
- This saddle off on a red horse that's a red Porsche
- That's not your favorite rapper in the booth.
- That's a dead corpse once Auto kick chaos.
- Bitches bitch off like canines click up and click, click, click boom.
- Smell the fumes on my Levis.
- Bitches poppin' pills and mushrooms in my hotel rooms
- I squeeze dick through their thick thighs then bounce like this beat from
- Track King. Six TVs in my new SUV. F U C K Y O U. Pay me
- Or pay me no attention and meet the criminal henchmen.
- Genesis ain't shit, I know local henchmen
- Come shoot me I'm in a two seater with hootie, motherfucker!
- //Murk Merk// (VERSE 2)
- And I want the smoke because I'm on demon time!
- Y'all try to filter my brain like you can read my mind.
- Hit you twice in the face right between the eyes.
- Realize, you was slicing him up like a piece of pie
- And I'm finna serve that bitch like a Volleyball.
- I don't give a fuck; I'll take on all o' y'all.
- Jump out the window, toss a molotov
- like a boss, I got his ass, now I'm popping off.
- He ain't using his head. I'ma chop it off
- Blood get sticky and shit like a chocolate bar.
- Shoot at that bitch like bop bop grah!
- and, bitch, I've come back to demolish y'all
- //Auto//
- Yo, Twin. Murk Merk, run that shit, bruh, what you got?
- Go full auto on his ass. They call him LyricalX because he's crossed out!
- //Murk Merk// (VERSE 3)
- Strafing run him in an A 10 Warthog!
- Can't be done 'til I turn him into a corn dog
- Bitch, you write 6 songs every day
- and your shit is still ass.
- You get no reputation. You won't be here for long!
- If I post up at your crib, I don't give a fuck if the door's locked or not
- Because you did a poor job at keeping a forethought
- so I'd blast your shit all over the boardwalk
- Cause total chaos like I was a warlock!
- All that's left of you's scorch marks
- ll over the pavilion
- and I was killing him
- left his shit red in a blood puddle just like vermilion
- and he wasn't brilliant, just the equivalent
- to fucking shit so mo'fucker, deal with it.
- You don't like me either but everybody be feeling this
- And bitch, I'm resilient. You is a millionth of me:
- I come out and slime you just like a reptilian
- because I made that bitch William
- shooting brazilians
- and innocent civilians
- Was fiending to get rid of 'em
- More like acceptable casualties
- Casually and you better not snap at me
- because 101 knows how bad that would be.
- Actually, you should keep your trap shut if you don't
- got the skill that you lack and need.
- Bitch, I don't need to assault you to commit battery.
- I'm doing the only rational thing
- which is to ration his ego
- to the very minimum form of an atom and even
- cutting out his ribs like Adam and Eve because
- a fraction of these people on Rappad have to agree
- that he can't speak on these facts that I sing.
- As a matter of fact, he can't even fathom the fact that
- he can't even lash back at me.
- Cracking that imbecile's skull open like a windowsill
- and some penicillin.
- He couldn't get a bill if he was in the dollar store and I could get a mil
- off of one verse because I'm with the skill.
- Bitch, be real. I could be butt naked, and you could be heavily armed
- while I was standing perfectly still and still wouldn't get me killed!
- And I'd run at them bullets and make sure blood is getting spilled
- all along the way as I'm blazing through every army in the field.
- I'ma set an alarm because I don't know when I'm finna go off
- like a time but I still go crazy and my head is so hard
- that you could take Thor's Hammer to it, and still wouldn't have even
- left that shit marked. They call it repetitive bars
- because it gets stuck in your head like every song Britney Spears ever wrote
- I need more answers to this, but since you're so smart, then why the fuck
- is you dead in the dark with lead in your heart?
- Interfer? Bitch, you could get a rope, tie it around my neck and hang me
- take your hands and squeeze it, pull the rope to make it tighter, and
- stab my neck and throat, and you would still never choke me out
- because I never choke cause I got no gag reflex but you do.
- If you didn't, then how fuck you creat 12 songs in week
- and it's still the worst shit that I've heard that anybody has ever spoke.
- You ain't know me like that and I just wanted to let you know that you're
- frozen in metronome like "Let It Go so get the smoke, boat legged ho.
- It's fro o o o o o ozen like you as a deer in the headlights
- I knew I'd fight you. That's here what I said, right?
- I despise you times two like look in the mirror, and get head lice
- Might do you in like I'm rude. You will be a dead guy.
- Bitch, I ain't diss you because I don't like you. I dissed you because I can...
- But nobody likes you, you're still a bitch in the end!
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