why dont you compare EM's cypher freestyle instead of that 40sec verse
You're about to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored
When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores
Wanna stop it? You gon' need a priest, at least three swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boards
A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask what the squeegee's for
Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these floors
Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these horns?
And as for me you ask when I'm gone, will he be mourned
..is puke luke warm, should Casey Anthony do porn?
Can that chick fit a new born dead baby inside a fricking shoebox
With a shoehorn and smother it in chloroform so she can go get her groove on
Can she duct tape and velcro a fetus? Joell, yo, tell Joe I need his
Empty box from his old shell toed Adidas
So I can put these babies in the fetal position, they're getting elbows to the penis
Yeah big deal
I took some little kids big wheel and spit in his frickin big kids meal
Quit tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still
Did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz windsheild?
Is it dust we bout to kick up?
Can Yelawolf fit a fifth of rum in a big cup
Between his stick shift in his frigging pickup
And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly will 'til he gets hiccups
Flipping the script up like Mike Vick
Getting bit in his junk by a Pit, yup I'm a sick pup
I'd be a horrible magician, cause I'll fukk a trick up
Fix your lips up to say something fly, or zip up
A B, let's C, you said you were gonna do X-Y-Z
'til you fukk around and get dropped like an E when you add an I-N-G
Don't put a K in front of that though, when I MC
Cause I'm not the king of the microphone booth, it's more like a phone booth
Superman in this bytch, Kryptonite won't do
It gives me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, take meteor showers
Fresh outta the mental hospital
And me not flossing a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit'll
Be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy
Me pushing up daisies, that thought is impossible
As if flashing across the news, Posdnuos was caught with a prostitute
With a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties and a aqua blue Mazda
Swallowin' a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it aint happening, Imma rap 'til I'm fossil fuel
ya ross is much more talented
