Mister Yo - No one can do it, like this, excellence, pointy rings on the fingers of each fist, glaciers drip, displacement, hated by some thirty eight men, rough estimate, Siberian forces in the forest guarded by elves the fortress sits across a moat, the more you know, the less there is to learn, burned by a bird, unbiased opinion, unless I said something different, buttons on remote controls control the drone, remove the clothes, Three Emcees got them hit girls, Chloe, cold down to the bone, Mister Yo, Sheep Lord, George Stark and Pete Carroll, lead ‘em the wrong way, we leave a trail of decay, get out of my way, twelve hundred little league pitchers and they're all little shit eaters, that is correct, I am the meet and greeter, take up space like a heater, quite unique in his approach of throwing bags in holes, some call it a sport, I laugh like a joke, I sound like the noise it makes when you put a bicycle playing card in a bicycle spoke, the Buick rides like a boat, you look broke here’s a dollar, were all standing in a circle like the movie Circle, trapped in a room like Cube, the root of all evil, Sigma, egg hatches in the microwave where it’s too late to save, they asked why the yellow Gatorade tastes like piss, maybe I did, maybe I didn’t, James and the Giant Peaches, one hand reaches, while the other one takes, orange lights on a beacon, if I’m not mistaken, you were bed ridden, Mister Yo was heavily influenced by Paris Hilton, watch the replay back in slow motion, I’m dodging bullets like Wanted, Sheep Lord - Drop ya like nuke rebuke the flukes get green like doctor Bruce Banner Homes I got the hammer like thor Battle the borg like Piccard defeat you in deep space rinse and repeat like voyager toys with you like superman vs. batman I’m leave this verse unedited like THE SYNDER CUT I’m the Lex Luthor to your Freddy Kruger The dream doctor to your proctologist Milk you threats, suck on them plump breast Address the best is, delete you like hard drive Marvel at these captains that tend to nose dive I’m detective in these comics, the valiant image I vomit heat rocks at you logics who can’t polish Demolish what you devour trying to climb these 2K towers Cut cha hand off and hand you these flowers in your honor Mister Yo - Back at it, again, disproportionate, weight distribution, you don’t stand a chance, I dance, a succubus sorcerers enchants a lamp, wave goodbye to your family, the sea anemone will eventually become our enemy, in A League of Their Own like girls, soft balls to the dome, sizzling steak fajitas served on a steaming hot hot plate for dinner, I like ‘em younger but I’ll take ‘em older, spoiled rotten to the core, 814 Hardcore, curdled milk in the summer, wash it wipe it, I'm banging a MILF like Vegata’s wife is, tattoos on our eyelids, of iris’, ivory tusks were auctioned off to benefit the elephants, bend it backwards like David Beckam, Jessica Alba, Lauren Phillips,

Sheep Lord - Feels like a tumor in ya brain Jackie Chan drunken master e chang Pole dancer cold cancer doom these holes Like hoes giving brains off the chain making you main Well educated goddesses I ain’t gonna shame ya Dig ya self outta the gutter you just came You just flustered over ya whole day Shown shame hold cleats and clits Dipping building nice butts The gram sluts ya know my flow is nuts I blow through ya brain cell Just to gassed and end up zip lock bags Quibble quell put cha down in L no jail Pell Horses be riding I do fear none nah son I’m on the Friday 13th shit snapping necks in the park in the dark Dark arts or genetical can’t even settle the rhetoric I’m a terror on this shit Fake faded time racing ace in the hole face lift you gold diggers You can’t hold me……. I ain’t going to quit I’m too legit to quit I straight spit rip mics you ain’t got shit Flip your lid, put down your wig the lyrical mind benders Come around play your mind like Patricia drumming’s I’m sunning gun running my swords will leave you cumming I ain’t got the cape cowl rip mics I’m a fowl put you in a file, delete cha then compress ya reboot and readdress ya you ain’t got shit like fran drescher y’all mothefuckers be daring to test ya Mister Yo - Rub it in like alcohol kid I’m poisonous like control, 2020 flow, on the verge, with a sword, to spear you in the chest like Edge, you will never need me until you miss me, I’m twenty degrees below zero temperature meter registers negative, kid I’m jigglin’ like the tits on Regina Spektor when she’s playing the piano, Mister Yo’s a fuckin’, accomplice to murder, I burgled the furniture like hamburger, hot pink paint job on the imported Suzuki tuner, ten minute hand jobs from the Asian masseuse at Esquire’s who looks a lot like Devon Aoki, told her to bend over like I dropped my pencil, I’m nice with the sharpest utensils tighter than an infant Three Emcees Vol. 2 written in Veranda font on the cover, George Stark in the cut like cleaner, we are all professionals at what we do like Leon, she had a short dress on like Dana from Batman, Beyond, I wore basketball shorts to the P-R-OM, big arms like Extar you don’t wanna get harmed, I was an ex star like Tara Patrick, boy my darts are sick, three triple twenties or even the hat trick kid I’m going out in six, illegitimate competition gets stomped into oblivion, sun you should probably stop when and if you are ever ahead, just a suggestion, the girls are longing for my attention like a young Justin Bieber on tour, Mister Yo, medium length hair looking like a Chia Pet, fully grown, I be keeping ‘em in check, you already know

Sheep Lord - Old school gotti with the shorty to ya body Their be no witness Y’all about to miss Christmas Since ya can’t exists this Sickness I’m infectious A virus to your seriousness A kin to the wind that blows I’m the air you breathe I’m food you devour and receive Blown back throw back shots She cum so hard she’s the real mvp Y’all can cap a nick But ya still ain’t playing like kapernick Y’all out here cussing and fussing But cha won’t say Voldemort Get off my court Y’all can’t dunk like Hakeem Y’all can’t block like Mutumbo Y’all can’t change a play like Manning Y’all shoot the fifth like Rambo Y’all can’t be clutch like Kobe Y’all can’t break ankles like Iverson Y’all can’t do it like Michael Jordan Y’all can’t be a pro star like Bo Jackson You ain’t a gunslinger like Brett Farve I’m a top gun like Tom cruise Bomb you fools with ribs like Martin Crack jokes on ya and tell ya how it is Like Richard Pryor and Dave Chappelle Awe hell i’m cooler than Mister Yo - I'm colder than a call trying to sell, high scale escort girls on the low, colder than ice after you smoke, colder than Kawhi on the court, cold cold like diamonds that glow, cold cold like ignored cold like war, I’m colder than the freezer section at the store, that’s cold yo so cold, never warm in the fridge I keep it cold, I’m colder than the blade of a saw brah brah, I’m Elsa in the dresses throwing snow like an ice princess, I already told ya I’m cold missus, brr cause I’m so frozen, I’m Mei with the endothermic You couldn’t pass like Rondo You can’t defense like Ron Artest You aint Bhad like Bhabie You aint a leader like Tom Brady You can’t perform like Jason Giambi You can’t invent like Nikola You can’t write books like Nabokov You aint no porn star like Natalie Mars and you aint involved with the kid like parent teacher conferences

Sheep Lord - This that lunchroom rap Ripping flows over pounds on the table All in rhythm all on beat all beatboxing This that lunchroom rap If you sleeping on me You best be napping This that lunchroom rap Straight spit rip the tee shirt off ya chest Got these beagle minds amigo Seeing me is like a sequel No equalno snakes in the wild Kick ya Jean Claude van damn Know the plan Find ya keepers loose those weepers Ya lies get lined in the sand Drawn dead a man by the hand Crown off ya corpse Taken breaks awaken corpses Morphing flows like flying dolphins Dropping elbows like macho Scorpion death lock like sting Bring you to the ring like Alister Black Take away ya property like the repo man Devastate cha title reign like hurricane and earthquake Do ya smell what the sheep is cooking? Mister Yo - I take a lot of naps, Sheep if they're sleeping on me they must be dead in a casket, or deaf and can’t read closed captions, I am not asking, put the feed roll in the secret compartment the mask is not optional when we’re out here doing bad shit with your cousins, it’s me and your cousin, banging like percussion in your aunt’s kitchen while I record it on a camera to submit to Brazzers later, my calculated assessment of the situation took into account the consequences if we were caught, risk vs reward, my name is on boards because I reap all rewards, ask Sheep Lord and George, we should give it a go, I think no but whatever, in a constant power struggle with your significant other, I plowed drive ways with a shovel when I was a youngster pile driver Stone Cold Steve Austin with a Budweiser, bud you are not the wiser, fifty year old me should be uploaded into an android like 18, wires in place of my veins, cut me and you'll see the electricity pulsate, the current running through your blade will leave you evaporated, my flow is medicated, eye lids become dilated, Mister Yo, combat medic on vacation, he’s not looking for any sort of validation from you, our main office location had a cancellation would you like me to see if they could squeeze you in? Just a tip, you don’t have to tip, ante up them dividends at the end of each visit kid George Stark - I visit kids in the lunchroom and munch 'shrooms pack a cone for Jerome, but only once I've punched two as principal my principles I list in full as printed rules and in this school I write from thrones, I'm like John Snow, invincible Sheep and Yo keep the show flowing smoothly my bros slowly proof read each dope poem you see printed in your best text books next to crooked rows of crooked prose, you crooked hoes best to look it up, and yo we cook it up like fry pans get yourself a copy, I could hook it up like my man for whom I'm waiting, 'shrooms I'm grading for the lunchroom we bake weed cakes and I'm making more to munch through coming soon to a lunchroom near you a goo to consume and it comes through clear tubes it's said to provoke intense hallucinations provide the insight to make sense of gooks and Asians.

Mister Yo - Hold on, I beg to differ, if we found the hidden treasure chest out west we'd be set forever, that is just hypothetical, theoretically speaking I’m better than all you other motherfuckers, on land the hostages are used as offerings, the linebacker Don’t’a Hightower tackles and then slaps you in the face with what remains of your cane, what the fuck is this dude sayin’? I aspire to ascend to the highest level and be the greatest ever whether I have to grind this castle again or start from the beginning, the cypher of black lotus petals is about to begin, how would you like to battle, kid just step in, a bell rings upon your entrance you haven’t yet been granted permission of admittance, it took a minimal amount of effort to extort the new girl next door, involved in another scandal, I knocked on it than ran right through it like the Kool-Aid dude you already know it, Christian in the lake with Betty breaking hearts like Tom Petty, a whole lot of lesbians nowadays what do you think? they try to get close to me like shave, I gave ‘em the hard shove away now they're somewhere out in orbit with Europa floating like a balloon after you blow it, told her, he, she, you can blow it, let Sheep Lord spit the chorus, a choir of organs Three Emcees scenes look daunting after we finish, Home Improvement, a thesaurus was used to reference if a certain word shared a similar definition, definitive suggestions we settled on Frozen Stiff, Vol. 2 Sheep Lord - I’m agito mind are amigo Let go ya ego Put cha down in crush orange soda bathes Muscling through these power supplies Dropping flights mind outta control Beams and means lean off the cream Cum rules everything around mama Flown call karma do it dharma I don’t need my peg legs egg plagued I repeat approximate ya feet I blaze a kin Got datpiff for the win I repeat approximate ya feet When I get heat I repeat approximate ya feet Out here it’s muggy as fuck Heading to the mall so it’s cold awe hell Y’all outta power so ya lights flickered Flicking flows ripping hoes spit flames I’m out here celebrating Minds a maintain Drinking jack and coke Flames a stoked Got deejays asking me for replays I relay heat approximate ya feet I repeat I relay heat approximate ya feet No repeat I relay approximate ya feet Best street bubble goose coats North face fleeces flexing Jason and the argonauts Golden Fleece heist Medusa Rooster in the morning waking up to a new dawn Break thru like wild animals like jumanji When animals attack Humanity stupidity is ludicrously ridiculous Playing chess not checkers Y’all know who’s better It’s the best even now that’s s-h double Covering flesh with blades of rust Tell em chaos is coming That’s a duke kaboom for you loons I’m crashing Area 51 Like a nigga on the run eating

Sheep Lord - I disburse heat beefing cooking emcees like barbeques If you grilling me you must want me To spark it up like duel of the iron mics Lay you to sleep my spits retreat never we beat emcees like movements during a protest What’s the question I’m testing you like lines iron mines tight rope dimes Clocking mine on the isle wilding like baboons in the safari Plunger mind hunter got you stunting like wanna be’s If I see the shine I take titles this isn’t wrestling I’m testing you like number two pencils for real Appealing to many as I sharpen my sword cut cords lengthly Logically disturbing the peace like Godzilla stomping thru mount fuji If your me, aka the Blastmatic carrying eight or nine guillotines Mechanized destine to question every everlasting thing you do gotta punish emcees I’m daddy with the belt smacking you down like king kong ain’t got nothing on me Mister Yo - I cock back the hammer, Sheep Lord I don’t understand how, you write so many damn bars, Mister Yo don’t try it, I’m on an assignment, got the ac blasting in my residence cause the block is hot like pocket, you couldn’t find a better pocket, my support skills are out of pocket, in an apron I am makin’, chef’s salad, she plays with the drawstring on my shorts, I suppose, that when we are together, I feel somewhat better, I’ve supplied power to the towers in New Amsterdam alongside the water, sun they tried to lock us in like land in Michigan, kid I shine bright like eyes that are wide awake in the morning, if I catch you yawning, it is over, and like The Matrix I reloaded,

Mister Yo - I spit like a soft spoken muse in little to no clothing while sheep lords in the laboratory examining how I’m managin’ to be glowin’ fluorescent like a scorpion, kid my kit is full like I can’t fit no more in, I got the power in my hands like coalescences I want you now more than ever but I don’t need you any different, Mister Yo with the pen is a young Thomas Jefferson signing the Declaration of Independence in 1776, real important shit, I coexist on a planet with plants and animals, I am able to transform like a vampire, my cards are on the table waiting for you to move may I propose? I suppose, so there’s this girl I know and like ah yeah you know what bro never mind, I don’t wanna impose, the pliers were needle nose, I shuffle my commander back into the deck, we all should measure our own success and happiness with no comparisons to what others may or may not have, I catapult myself like a pumpkin into your section to wreck havoc, wtf, Three Emcees are raw motherfuckers, WWF, check your status update your status I’m Trish Stratus in a Dodge Stratus perhaps err maybe not, I'm your dad with the belt from up off the top rope I jump, bitch are you dumb, I said I wasn’t done, told her to come back here and then put it in her ass like a plug, she said hun, I responded what, sun it’s the Three Emcees on stage with live instruments like Rush, don’t get your panties in a bunch, there is not a bunch of us, my hands are in her long black hair like a scrunch, I am the flavor of the month, ask your waiter for a sample, Mister Yo and Sheep Lord, Three Emcees, JRSAMPLES Sheep Lord - Escape like air debonair Deadly weaponry sword swing cut a down cherry tree Battling force a mind battle source Cut cha put cha brain side of Four salad days ride a may Hey haggler hay I got the gun to spray My sword leave you like a Box cut!!! To jay!!!! How you Run A sword swing Y’all ain’t feeling the flows I got to ring to bling you ain’t seeing my rhymes Like merciless Ming!!!! Put you in a body cast Check out cha body blast with a plastic blast Aftermath drop the math You ain’t got shot but you cast Got a flow looking like a burger Fried up dough my young flows Flaws a minds a blow You ain’t got shit but cha ham hawk to force to low You don’t even what I said How you gonna run trying to crossword puzzle son

Mister Yo - Y'all can’t move like this I move like that dodge and weave, on the track I snatch your weave Magenta and Steve, in paradise with the trees with the blood on the leaves, me and Sheep Lord be big bros yo, sweeping up the competition with a fine bristle broom, armed to the tooth with bazookas that shoot, smoke swirls on our shoulder, I’ll never wear a tank top your too fat to walk, tangled like tango amigo in El Salvador in allegedly what is an expensive material that I heard was some sort of leather, at the bridal shower I was the maid of honor, made of Asiago powder sugar spice and everything else nice, Mister Yo on the mic is the blue Power Ranger like Bubbles, peanut butter cups and cherry blossoms, up inside ya like your intestines, oh well kid I’m still shining bright like Blight, Sheep Lord - You motherfuckers ain’t kidding daring to test The weaponry cheering the mind the line The Armageddon I’m blazing your mind to reddit to said it You ain’t feeling the flow sedative murdering flows Get it in You ain’t got shit to levitate I burn emcees down To gravitate what cha gravitating toward My swords will leave you cord the mind board lord I rip minds in clues your reigns You got shine bullet train niggaz know my sting Pure sport athletic burn you like a disk drive Rip mics alive the minds the blind eye How you running and gunning done running Motherfucking how you daring to test in all sonning How you running the gunning the sword swing Cut a nigga down bring the sting Rip mics never seen a ring How running sword swing cut a dozen Put cha brain cells down a dozens Nigga euphoria weapon torrian We’re all touring like final fantasy emporium Emcees ain’t even got the decorum I rip mics out cha cordian Cordial when you approach me Keep mics douse, douce Blows and I’m okay Now ya know my flow flay Fish flambé, cut cha switch swat How ya wrist watch put cha on a time clock in a mach How you running the Mach five I spit lock knives Glock nines, sword swing cut mines Chop down from heaven Emcees don’t even got the beval blade Check the revel lay I’m a rebel without a pause put down your brains Take a shit and drop down ya baby draws Y’all ain’t got a pause I’m putting you with rhetoric I’m reading it I destroy emcees with no evidence

Sheep Lord - Placate the words I dedicate, dictate rebate cha officials straight/ bracing for impact driven back walls of logic you cannot comprehend/ pretend cha ends beyond the deep end reach in and snatch back what cha lost/ cost them arm, leg, leg, arm head didn't cha think equivalent exchange was change in exchange for what cha wanted/ provost hold cha host close rifts drifts between others theirs the internet wanna bet on books of faces and spaces of my's but either eyes when I/ my hostages be octaves operate in the depths of midnight write in the darkest night waiting for the brightest day/ taken the bait, up for task with just a sword, shield and a good flask my risk never crash just cha career/ drink a brew with the crew I gets all new speak off the dome I rip out cha spine like Scorpion/ you ain't torturous I'm the Sid Vicious of this M-I-C kid put cha favorite Rey Mysterio mask on thinking you can fly high/ your wondering will get cha dusted like another angel in December can't remember get dismember by ideas I spear into your Achilles/ you ain't building trash cash out at the moment so if you wanna disown it my flow is cold as antarctic/ you ain't sparking it your flame is lame as an arson attempt you ain't kept your a temp dented with breathe wasted vented/ ever enter the effervescent trespassing onto the land you ain't even ask to be on yet/ death to the def methodological I rip heads down to grains open up lanes, watch new waves come in/ drumlins under brims seen with lenses only a mother could love so don't thinking you sunning me now sucker emcees should show n prove first/ before kicking a verse, no need to rehearse either you can rip or you spit off the dome don't cha know/ hold cha breathe underwater tricking minds they sinking in just like Harry Houdini call the paramedics, cuz the tank bout to bust/ ripping minds I clutch in hands like THE FORCE in Vader's Palm you ain't the nicest around just embalm rapper just got jacked/ slack in packs slime in swine got flues that flew over the cuckoo's nest address those whosea breast of the situation without creating panic/ aimless entertain sustain open games propane lo-mane low brow the chow roman versus now we holding heat with metaphoric merchants/ Mister Yo - Toggle the off switch on, I’m in a configuration that’s a little hard to get out of, before you quit I would like to admit, that it was nice having you as a rival even though I won each and every single battle, a radical display of heroism, kids don’t do heroin, I channel from within my inner strength honey like ESPN, I recommend my guidance, you are about to get violated, off tee shots I do not use a driver, in hybrid moments I conspire to Take the Crown and become the Monarch, go shopping in Denmark across the Atlantic on Amazon, I hold a discounted blade that I got from auction, the antique store merchant laughing upon purchase gave me the Goosebumps like R.L. Stine, wedged my foot in between the third and fourth disks of his spin and yelled never mind I aint buying it

Mister Yo - Mister Yo hits for the cycle, back to back titles like Michael, rings bigger than waves that are tidal, I’ll meet you there at the water’s edge where hangs in the air are several mermaids by the hairs of their heads, the winter lager tastes best during winter, when she is spread out wide I can see inside her, butterflies develop from caterpillars, how many more times do I have to tell ya, I’m a vampire slash Batman like Rob Pattinson, relax and take notes, 814 hardcore or, narrative prose, I’m so very ready to be over this already, Rey Tosim hides in the bushes undercover like a pussy, the monkeys paw saw what it meant to see, you are not mental, my attitude differs depending on my issues, my mood sometimes suffers from a seasonal depression during summer, sun I come through with the icicle sword, the scrolls were old that we found submerged in the temple, Mister Yo supplements what the ingredients call for with what he actually wants, Kathleen keeps her mouth fixated in a permanent pout, kid I’m Anna with the fuckin’ darts Sheep Lord - Sheep Lord coming displaying odds Burning it down in the Scotland Yard old scrolls folded broke like tv screens Comingwit more heat than twin suns on Tatooine Chaotically intense as hurricane corridors Burn ya like Oder eaters buried in floor boards Boss wit cross fader like Vader Douse ya crew wit cement shoes It’s high noon somewhere Tied for time, enter the matrix a minds eye Queues rifles sniper scope diet tokes Maybe quotes roasted folks burnt to a crisp like Howard the duck on various tv shows equipped shots off the rip Splice down ya kidneys and spleen I’m the doctor and attending Emcees thinking they pretending This ain’t wrestling nothing staged around here Y’all taking mescaline with allot of escarpment I’m episodic like 9 films I’m of the bill!!!! I’m preforming open flow surgery Y’all nervous b, Y’all should be

Mister Yo - How do you expect me to be there right this second? It'll take me at least two minutes to get, I’m wearing a coat like Maleficent you couldn’t trace my patterns too complex for even Pythagoras, theorems that mirror umm, the Flash Paradox, fuck Marvel, I take a photographer shove her in the bathroom and she didn’t come out until tomorrow, I’m making thriller films like what for? watch this, whore get naked and violated with the ass end of weapons, she said she was submissive but that ambition went missing when the knife play foreplay turned into requiring a couple of stitches, I expand my view past Saturn I’m rapin’ dark matter kiwi magician girl we duel like Yugi Moto and Yami Yugi, chaos theory hyper dimension realizations from a pixilated vision formed fragmented stems that were eventually blended to achieve the birth of children, I was a creation, step to the line kid and throw your darts, this is blatant anarchy combat boots on like the Columbine shooting, I am not worried if you see me on the streets you ask me how I am doing, I was a, boy genius like Jimmy, Neutron in the yard like lawn Mister Yo Sheep Lord and George Stark live life for the experiences, I’m throwing a discus like Baptiste’s play of the game highlight introduction, I shine bright like projectors protective measures were not used when I fucked her, I just didn’t give her my number, Mister Yo is an escort tumbling pro like Simon Biles, It’s hard to be excited when the situation is desperate, more times than not, I am negative Sheep Lord - Take you fakes drag you through the hornets nest Address the best tested western I’m the best even Check the receipts coming ya got returns coming! Thundering rumbling stakes outta takes I’m a breaks cool as ice, cold as the Antarctic so don’t start it I’m a kind of mark out and spark it I’m at the table eating pork and beans Rice and eggs!! Hit cha that pan-cake! I’m a still spit flames! Don’t cha sleep on the sheep I’m chaos coming don’t cha know when I display odds I throw flames lightly when you john wick e’m when ya uber the shit Fully equipped to rip, fully equipped to flip you like a table Yank the cable out the speaker and jet Dead e’m, dead e’m on steps so what’s the sweats I don’t run track so we can meet I run beats so I can spit flames and burn e’m in the street I don’t greet greetly I eat off your plate friendly Don’t cha dance with the devil in the pale moonlight Ignite the sight, sniper on snipes mind the blight Hit you with the pai mei technique five foot step death Dead e’m like a ref Hit you with that 1 – 2 – 3 check it!!! I’m psychotic when I’m antibiotic Emcees don’t even know when I’m absorbing it Destroy emcees we recorbing it recombinate You ain’t got shit but you debate I eat off your plate I dead e’m like a dead tv with no pixel on Y’all can’t even address the best Even in a universe with Steven I got minds looking like amoeba Y’all just gyrating I’m genetically gifted telekinetically lyrical ability mind battling transmitting in topicals y’all ain’t seeing shit thru your optical I got these illusions hitting you with contusions confusing conductive, contusive y’all ain’t got shit but beat downs and abuses

Mister Yo - Season the meat before you stuff it in the oven, I’m baking tracks like Chef Gordon, on the track like Jeff, Gordon, I discard a card to cast it with madness, my free writtens are the fiercest, you couldn’t come near this, in public she sucks on my thumb kid, I said what I said, in the shed you may find what you're looking for except ,I wouldn’t look too hard, this album is fifty plus minutes of lyrics from three of your favorite emcees, in existence, I keep the tether on my homies like Mercy, they say thanks for the leash, the task is not completed until I say it is, I’m the one who moves the pieces, her face was painted like Joaquin Phoenixes’, she came in and said uwu, bae my blade cuts through you, Mister Yo, aka, the brains of any operation, put the lingerie in the washing machine to clean it, this thing is augmented, don’t agitate the kid when he's spittin’, Mister Yo is in the lobby chilling with a brief case by his side the size of a small child, writing rhymes on his palm pilot and you already know, he shines the brightest, Shiro in G Ward eating chocolate with the Mockingbird, Sheep Lord passes me the microphone and I grabbed it like a nut sack recorded a track and then handed it right back, the reborn formula enhanced my taste buds, you are irresponsible if you have a problem and do nothing about it, we prosecuted a shoplifter from a Dollar General store in Dallas, I am a collector of several fur animal pelts that I wear around my waist like Vanille and sun, I don’t even hunt, if it is help that you want, you're gonna have to look somewhere else, I’m over trying to figure out things for everyone else with little to no compensation, not even a single thank you, I told her to dye her hair blue, Three Emcees consist of the same number of members as Alkaline Trio, do you remember when? How could I forget? A dermal piercing is anchored underneath the skin, I think we should get closer to her in case she attempts to move, I’m Casey Anthony when she de robes, Annette Schwarz when she deep throats, Mister Yo is d - ope when it comes to verse, d - on’t act like he co - erced you into having sex with him, if I had to bet, you were probably asking for it, bodies found laying in the open were decomposing in the soil ordered in a row from youngest to oldest, a rogue warrior contemplates his purpose, a student shows off her new dress, her shoes were the first things to come off once we went to bed, kid I’m wearing all black like the men, I stay crystallized for a really long time

Sheep Lord - Wrote this heat on the 6th Most y’all won’t get til the 7th I’m here analyze y’all like Shaq and Kenny Smith Dead em on the 5th rift on what’s ripped Slit minds like throats I’m that dope rinse ya off like soap Quotes posted notes rewrote cha like fiction Fantasy to y’all finals so it’s on paper Cold as ice been throwing white like rice Throwback call it a thriller Been a nightcap write to that Night court allure of darkness I’m the starter you ain’t I’m cool with coming off the bench Dead em on the grandest stage Y’all unlucky like it’s Friday the 13th Give em the title shot It’s a Reynolds wrap once I enter the ring Push ya off the edge I’m the soul blade Cold claims road flames Ghost Rider Slice time wider break em down Like Dutch masters and Phillies smoke em like bakeries got that cake Emcees can’t see me like John cena It’s like seeing Superman getting a subpoena It’s like seeing Batman getting unmasked It’s like Wonder Woman in a gangbang scene It’s like Jean Gray going black and never coming back It’s like Deadpool actually dying and not coming back It’s the end of the world like Unicron winning It’s like Hitomi going blacked and uncensored It’s like Anri and Kaho coming outta retirement Y’all losing weight off the dexatrim Calasetics dead em on weights I’m off the great best break beats Rip minds and divide by time I might can gotcha you It’s that flow sick that bang zoom Can you get a clue like a mixtape This just a sample of what I can handle This is just a few minutes of pain