Verse 1: Senator Bumpington
I'm murderlicious, my rhymes are pernicious
Last kid that f**ed with me, yo he's swimming with the fishes
I spit blunt raps, bust caps
Yo dead so play taps, and i'm f**ing up your habitats
Busting in your crib iwth 2 .45 mags
Making all these haters play tic-tac-toe tags
Your rhymes are reusable, easily abusable
Your sayin all the usual, while im perusin the Crucible
R-beats is in the back with the hip hop vibes
Cause me and greasy c: best raptors alive
I'm that raptacular, rappin rap vernacular
Two blunts a day, f** my cardiovascular
Senator b, dont even look at me directly
Ill be siting in a tree, k-i-l-l-i-n-g
It on the beat, call me the butcher cause i bring the meat
Yo f** your noise, sh** sounds retarded
Bang bang bang soul and body have departed
Nice to meet you, I'm k**er on the Mike
Now stop, this is what God sounds like
(Interlude:HAM)
Therefore, I ask God to make me free of God
Verse 2: Senator Bumpington
Yo blood on my hands, rugged like the Taliban
Raptors bustin through your wall like the f**ing kool aid man
Your a dead man walking, a deaf man talking
Bump is kicking in your door, f** knocking
My rhymes flow distinct, your sh** you stink
Cause we Raptors are the reason that the haters extinct
They're dead on arrival, my motives are primal
Dont question my morals, b**h i wrote the Bible
1 corpse, 2 corpse, 3 corpse 4
Dont slip on the blood that's splattered on the floor
Get the f** out, before I put you in a coffin
Then I'll k** your f**ing dog in front of Sarah McLaughlin
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