Forbidden Scriptures

Lyrics

[Intro: Vakill, Copywrite, Jakki, Breeze] Copy: Grab that bitch! Bend that mothafuckin bitch down Jakki: Hold that bitch down! Can I please fuck somebody today? Copy: Vakill grab her leg! Vakill: Yo aight, Yo Jakki grab the other one Jakki: Put my motherfuckin dick in this pussy Breeze: Yo Yo, Camu Camu, hold that Copy: Yo, Breeze! Breeze! [Verse 1: Breeze Evahflowin] Ayo all's fair in love and war In this lyrical tug of war, I struggle more than most do Wrote a verse on the stamp, the man's postal Mid-coastal vocalist, Vakill the host of this Gave me a shout, yo Breeze, get in they ass Like shit when a baby come out Fuck rock the cradle, I rock the fatal I rock the cape and cop the cable with the Stronghold fist piece Packed with more liquor than an act rap Niggas is bitch weak Supabreeze, black Batman, you can't escape me What it gonna take me Wile out and sabotage your breakbeats So when your DJ cuts He gets his head blown to the fuck back of his buttcrack I cut DATs with axe chops The nigga givin' you the finger, standin' in the back of your snapshots And that's not the worst, add on the Megahertz Throwin' bodies like a high speed crash of a hearse [Verse 2: Camu Tao] Twenty-four twelve gauges, pointin' at twelve faces To shred the ugly mugs to bits and send 'em to hell places Gimme six seconds, I'll share a sick fetish And nail your shoulders to your walls so you can watch your bitch get it It's Bruce Banner with the screws loose of a loose cannon With a hand grenade and a pistol to introduce panic I wanna fuck your whore in the mouth because I hate her guts Hangin' with me in a battle was unlikely Like holding anything in your hand like a thousand fucking paper cuts I got some sharp shit for your smart ass Well son I wet the windshield through your throw that through your car crash And I be tugging on you like you making me wanna vomit Man you looking messed up Left your body lookin' like ground chuck from the chest up Sicker than ten lizards, clawin' at ten niggas Hotter than ten comets and colder than ten blizzards Came out of the c-section, blocked A and Z Toss anything at me, you still ain't grazin' me It's so ill, it still amazes me My brain's a metal case, casin' a metal store And I guarantee I'll be up through the mall, nigga ready to war [Verse 3: Jakki] Yo, you ever hear a nigga scream he wanna battle Jakki? He's either Jehovah God or a Man who's out of his mind I'm bitchin' my enemies soft with tracks that's out of this time Convincing delivery, talk a rapper out of his spine I'll snatch a rapper out his Goddamn element Stomp you out with the force of fifty elephants I'll take you so far it becomes irrelevant Shrink myself, enter your brain and I'll assault your intelligence I'm hell sent your little angel, I stuck quickly And the devil just said, "You cannot fuck with me!" I'm killin' songs, I do it without a rap You can drop a billion bones, I'll walk through 'em without a scratch Battlin' me you find the words onto deciding factor I can reverse your brain and make every word you say come out backwards Bring the sickest emcee to me to stare in silence I'll hop inside his body and start infecting his virus There ain't nothin' that you can do that would excite me You slow enough to make a snail look like it's pushing light speed My words are excrement projectiles The shit I talk will make your asshole wanna file divorce and leave your bowels You ain't shit to mine, I cripple spines and split ya lines I slow down reality just so you can rip on time Like retinas with feet connecting an ass, I kick behind Go ask your mom to take your place, maybe that bitch can rhyme [Verse 4: Copywrite] I walk on stage, dick in hand, outspit your clan I know the crowd's feelin' me no matter how stiff they stand Cravin Copywrite to spit on a strict diet of fiberglass and bricks So you cats can't bite my shit No stopping my crews fame standing on the roof of McDonalds The only way you reach the top of the food chain So what you reachin' for the mic for? I hate my own rhymes, what the fuck makes you think I'mma like yours? It's been killin' me how your clique isn't feelin me yet Fuck a mic check, give 'em a disability check X-rated, make songs to stress haters Fuck an H bomb, I wanna hear some napalm and Flex blazin' I battle fifty weak flow donors And beat the odds like an abusive freak show owner Past foul life's now identical to my rap style Take a shit at ya crib and wipe my ass with a bath towel Still shittin', still hittin' twenty models Seven Henny bottles later, still spittin' semi auto My a capella chokes overrated herbs Rhyme setter sellin' dope, so you know I got a way with words And fuck edit, engineer, let the swears stay Like I'm gettin any motherfuckin' airplay Pure hunger, vicious with a track Use my little underground fame to lure younger bitches in the sack [Verse 5: Vakill] Bet you didn't think it get more vicious when attack When ink and sword form a syntactical union, send tactical units Practice communion, drinkin' the blood of Christ 'til he became anemic, I'm amademically Spit a chalk outline when I stock up parents swallowers Polish my nuts, yo affection is cash You still can't afford to talk outshinin' Your severed spine drenches on my knife Masochist mastubatory, dick riders beat within nine inches of they life Y'all gay, questioning why I think with my dick so much Because it's the smartest thing to come out of your mouth all day Twenty-four bricks when I pen a gram I battle inside of a pentagram of a satanical cult cypher while wearin' adult diapers So it depends how hard I shit on you or not bitch Cross your T's and your preparation H's I got an extinction agenda in these desperation ages Fuck up the game so bad that I have to skip payin' dues And go in directly into the payin' reparation stages Scathe the pain when it's pen-pokin' and invokin' The crimson cascade and rain, and the beef is never over Until a fat bitch drops a bar / Barr like Roseanne's maiden name In my universal killables Closest you'll come to being an assassin Is bein' "ass" your first two syllables My genetic makeup is not that abnormal hell I'm half lead and when I'm buried in the back of your head Is the only way I'll ever be a shell of my former self, think about it