Anti-Convo

Lyrics

[Ramson Badbonez] Guiding the turbo hyper drive cycle And diving through wormholes into dirt roads [?] church clothes, burning internal inferno I chose this molted mould and multiple sclerosis Cold hypnosis, pungent and potent corrosive vagitosis Ravaging weddings like fat brides in leather tights Reconcile, memorise on flash drives, essential terabyte Mega wild and desensitised Like hype, like mice on crack Guys object to pedophiles with death by ferret bites Gentrifying by global social experiments Settlements stole by delegates Spoken beckoned with local impediments Go accepting the graveyard challenge And play out the Braveheart by the most vanishing radar scanning Snatch a rapper out their (SKIRTS!) And expose 'em for what they're (WORTH!) Hurling a sword from out the dirt To murk all pervs for lurking on my turf Nocturnal radical and astral projections No burning candles or incense give birth to natural inception Swift receptor, splitting milliseconds into sections Threatened MC's try and wet from the middle of by-section Celibrate rhymers hollering like swallow-izzle Cus they can't spit, retarded lethargic markets who hit them (TAR PITS!) Karate body blows, or comatose host for a hollow ghost Emotionless vocal [stomp a cockroach?] B-A-D-B O-N-E-Z Crash the arrows from your long bow agenda And vendetta anti-convo [M.A.B] Flying through on Marty's hoverboard, legs spread, middle fingers raised Back from the future to shoot at imbeciles up in this game M (DOT!) A (DOT!) B, obnoxious is the name A unit of lunatics moving through because this kid's deranged (LIKE!) Sit with the fam, twisting rizlas and envisioning grands While laying cuts like Edward, no scissors in hand While the stamina of amateurs is limited Man, my drive is high, there's a difference in rap I break it down like a dealer with a brick of the sniff into grams Fitting it ham, what they talk about is next to the limitation Literally spam, my vision is spanned, its so wide with both eyes God can't see the mission and plans And as a kid my exam results were under C's But I stay afloat with the sober scene that's under siege Especially writers biting like Tyson or a bunch of fleas They say they holding two straps with two clips like dungarees (PLEASE!) I'll demonstrate what a murder is when I murder this (ON BEATS!) I'm hard bodies as a turtle is (HEAT!) Coming hotter than furnaces (MY WEED IS GREEN!) Smothered in blotches of those purple bits Cus I stay high, looking over my city like Ally Pally With more bars than Ibiza, Aiya Napa or Faliraki And its so shabby, family Manny to Bristol Cus the buses that smoking and as I crack him on crystal Smack a rapper out their (SKIRTS!) And expose 'em for what he's WORTH!) Draw a sword from out the dirt To murk a twerp for stepping on my turf