Rule of Three
"And you will know my name is the LORD"
"When I lay my vengeance upon thee (Lord V.)"
This is, Rodman and Madonna
Mister Motherfuck ya honor
You's a bunch of loose vaginas hatin'
And I'ma take it
It's the Young Yellow Jacket
Sting you with a rusty hatchet
Let me catch you peepin' at arrangements
I'ma drag you 'cross the pavement
Fine yo ass for the payment
Ain't no layman
We gon' plant yo ass with the daisies
Went from cool to deranged
And you been standing in range
A round of slayer, no games
You boys been rockin' no stage, young man
When I hit the mic, all caps peel
Open a scab every week until it won't heal
Breaking bitches down to they cheap nails
Ain't no fucker down bad on the TL
Ay Verm, these motherfuckers lookin'
Yeah, ay, fuck you getting you chain tooken
Killed by crusty couch cushion
Cold like the 9th circle of Hell
I'm Lucifer spittin'
LORD killed the beat
Now I'm plotting the next mission
Give a man a mask, he'll tell you the truth
"Listen!"
Front and get ya chin cracked
Blood drip from my ski mask
Young Yellow Jacket and Verm
We really did that
Perplexed by the mismatch?
Y'all pussies better step back
Fuck what you do and what you've done
Big talk gets a bloodbath
Knock knock, who is this?
It's the illest rapper ever since
DOOM, Big L, and Notorious
Kicked the bucket, fuck it
Holy flow like glorious
Ay, Vermin the Villain is the real rap Morpheus
If it bleeds it leads
Death comes in threes
Can't shake it like some fleas
Leave G's sinkin' in the sea
Dirty fools do it with ease
Have beggin' on yo knees
You'll believe it when you see it
Ask Verm the man, beat it
You'll believe it when you see it
Low class perp with a purpose
Life is only filled with curses
Leave the most determined
Turning in they fucking hearses
So who cares what you do
Or what you've done?
'Cause we're all born to burn under the sun
"Now after you've cracked somebodies back"
"Or torn their flesh, or stabbed them, um"
"Do you have any special sensitivities in your own life?"
"1, 2, 3"
"When I lay my vengeance upon thee (Lord V.)"
This is, Rodman and Madonna
Mister Motherfuck ya honor
You's a bunch of loose vaginas hatin'
And I'ma take it
It's the Young Yellow Jacket
Sting you with a rusty hatchet
Let me catch you peepin' at arrangements
I'ma drag you 'cross the pavement
Fine yo ass for the payment
Ain't no layman
We gon' plant yo ass with the daisies
Went from cool to deranged
And you been standing in range
A round of slayer, no games
You boys been rockin' no stage, young man
When I hit the mic, all caps peel
Open a scab every week until it won't heal
Breaking bitches down to they cheap nails
Ain't no fucker down bad on the TL
Ay Verm, these motherfuckers lookin'
Yeah, ay, fuck you getting you chain tooken
Killed by crusty couch cushion
Cold like the 9th circle of Hell
I'm Lucifer spittin'
LORD killed the beat
Now I'm plotting the next mission
Give a man a mask, he'll tell you the truth
"Listen!"
Front and get ya chin cracked
Blood drip from my ski mask
Young Yellow Jacket and Verm
We really did that
Perplexed by the mismatch?
Y'all pussies better step back
Fuck what you do and what you've done
Big talk gets a bloodbath
Knock knock, who is this?
It's the illest rapper ever since
DOOM, Big L, and Notorious
Kicked the bucket, fuck it
Holy flow like glorious
Ay, Vermin the Villain is the real rap Morpheus
If it bleeds it leads
Death comes in threes
Can't shake it like some fleas
Leave G's sinkin' in the sea
Dirty fools do it with ease
Have beggin' on yo knees
You'll believe it when you see it
Ask Verm the man, beat it
You'll believe it when you see it
Low class perp with a purpose
Life is only filled with curses
Leave the most determined
Turning in they fucking hearses
So who cares what you do
Or what you've done?
'Cause we're all born to burn under the sun
"Now after you've cracked somebodies back"
"Or torn their flesh, or stabbed them, um"
"Do you have any special sensitivities in your own life?"
"1, 2, 3"
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