Mickey Myers
Triple beams cripple dreams worse than Freddy Kruger
Chasing cream is an endless stream
They prey on me like cougars
Couldn't beat me in your dreams
Man, I'm the sleep paralysis
I'm too far gone analysis
We're burning down your palaces
Necks I'll twist like the exorcist
Don't flex no wrist
Who's next on the list? Bitch
Simply butchery. No amazing grace
You'll get chased like I'm leather face
Ain't no point in saving face
Only way I'm losing is if I'm losing count
Losing count of dead mcs cause that's what I'm about!
Mickey Myers on the mic
Kill deniers with a spike bat
Powerless to fight back
I'm on the right track
1916 best believe I'm rising
No it's not surprising
Your demise is appetising
Enough of the clownery you posing bastards
Nobody looks good in a closed fucking casket
Keep talking shit
Keep running your mouth
They all sound different with a gun in their mouth
Just empty them quick like lickety spit
Don't tempt me I'm sick.
I'm an iniquity quit
Can't turn your back on me because you're fucking spineless
My rhymes are timeless yours are just mindless
Fuck your highness and every royalty
Wouldn't call you a bitch cause dogs got loyalty!
Don't need cheat codes to deep throat hoes
Defeat weak foes with discreet bleak flows.
It's a blood sport
Gladiators in the colosseum
You ain't worth a paupers grave never mind a mausoleum
You hate it that I made it while you faded and stayed jaded
Contemplate it or debate it
You'll get obliterated
And yes we keep it lit you'll get incinerated
You ain't got the balls shit you must be castrated
Chasing cream is an endless stream
They prey on me like cougars
Couldn't beat me in your dreams
Man, I'm the sleep paralysis
I'm too far gone analysis
We're burning down your palaces
Necks I'll twist like the exorcist
Don't flex no wrist
Who's next on the list? Bitch
Simply butchery. No amazing grace
You'll get chased like I'm leather face
Ain't no point in saving face
Only way I'm losing is if I'm losing count
Losing count of dead mcs cause that's what I'm about!
Mickey Myers on the mic
Kill deniers with a spike bat
Powerless to fight back
I'm on the right track
1916 best believe I'm rising
No it's not surprising
Your demise is appetising
Enough of the clownery you posing bastards
Nobody looks good in a closed fucking casket
Keep talking shit
Keep running your mouth
They all sound different with a gun in their mouth
Just empty them quick like lickety spit
Don't tempt me I'm sick.
I'm an iniquity quit
Can't turn your back on me because you're fucking spineless
My rhymes are timeless yours are just mindless
Fuck your highness and every royalty
Wouldn't call you a bitch cause dogs got loyalty!
Don't need cheat codes to deep throat hoes
Defeat weak foes with discreet bleak flows.
It's a blood sport
Gladiators in the colosseum
You ain't worth a paupers grave never mind a mausoleum
You hate it that I made it while you faded and stayed jaded
Contemplate it or debate it
You'll get obliterated
And yes we keep it lit you'll get incinerated
You ain't got the balls shit you must be castrated
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Writer(s): Roberto Munroe
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