Hang up the Mic

[Verse 1: Jamesberg]

My left pupil reflect the four horseman of the apocalypse
My right children of the corn with ah crucifix made of onyx
Knew they was upon us
Walking around trying to look anonymous
Left one dead in the most preposterous position
Need ah calligraphy pen to trace the body parts listen
I'm ah Beastie Boy like mca
Adam yauch ain't die he died his hair back to blonde slim
Shut the fuck up get the fuck out of here
Yo Dre give me a funky ass base line yea
I'm lifting restrictions from bitches
Stripping em naked like ah boa my dick constricting
Nah I ain't dangerous
I'm an angel dust for prints after you get choked and fucked
The mic u need to hang it up
I'm like a demon possessed
Mcs don't wanna exercise with me feel palpitations in their chest
No contest this boys an emo fag like morrissey
I see right through this whole control controversy
It's like six degrees of separation
Kurupt as Kevin bacon for this homo kendrick in his basement
More or less stated that's another angle
Shit just reeks in every direction like ah stank ho
I'm ole school kangol call me George fucking gervin
Roll up jay in ah brown cashmere knock off persion
After ah shot of bourbon I'm esiason like boomer
Hock flim on your album that's one nasty ass Luger
Claw my way to the top like Fred Krueger
Not right now I got am oblon gations in my medulla
Say
I don't need no crystal ball
Eat right through this bitch like acid in your skull

[Verse 2: HEiST]

Down in my dungeon
You really think anyone can
Hear your heart thumping over my beats bass bumping
Like frogger ho go on and try to dodge my swift water flow but we both know that you'll eventually get to jumping
See I got stalker tendencies
Ill walk up to Enemies
Slaying drag queens Who claim to be Mcs
Versace swag fags vs the demons in their white tees
Got a soul for this game go head take it to pay the fees
Ima lose control cause I gotta relentless itch
To call you out for being a talentless bitch
Get a trail of stars to beat you can call me Chris
And this is me calm imagine if I was pissed
Id be getting all my weapons loaded and prepped to go huntin
Anyone who's buzzing every single cunt and everyone who's frontin
Pop shots
At pop stars
Or rig bombs in their cars
Or hit you so hard the birds round your head will see stars
Kill Every one on the top billboards slowly and methodically
Make an anatomy experiment out of their body
String together cut outs of artists inspire dark creations
Keep track of their where abouts and their next show locations
Drop their ratings with this gah damn mic I'm embracing
Tasting the bloody bite exceeding every single expectation
Say Kendrick raised the bar bitch can't even lift a stool
My flow my beats my sheets will drown him in his own fucking swimming pool
Mcs don't have the skill or class to attend my rap school
Freestyle when I slaughter running on unleaded dap fuel
Ima get me Kendall Jenner
Bang her up more than the fender
Of Stevie wonders sentra
Make u glad that I met cha
Grab my Smith and Wesson
End this current Simplicity session
New verse construction through Misery and Aggression
Rage of a dike on her period going in on the strike
When I spit the temps spike I'm practically melting the mic