Busta Rhymes - Rigamortus Remix lyrics

[Intro] Alright, here we go, third take, real quick Ali [Hook] Got me breathing with dragons I'll crack the egg in your basket, you ba*tard I'm Marilyn Manson with madness, now just imagine the magic I light to a**es, don't ask for your favorite rapper (He dead) Yessir (Amen) Chuuch (He dead) I k**ed him (Amen) b**h [Verse 1] And this is rigamortis and it's gorgeous when you die Ali recorded and I'm Morpheus, the Matrix of my mind I'm out the orbit, you an orphan and a hairdresser combined I'm on the toilet when I rhyme if you the sh** then I decline I climax where you begin and then I end on Cloud 9 And that's important when you morph into a angel in the sky And don't be forging all my signatures, my listeners reply and tell me That you biting style, you got a hell of an appetite And I'mma be here for a while just buckle up before the ride Or knuckle up if you could fight, we always making them duck or die A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide CSI, just might investigate this f**ing parasite [Verse 2] (He dead, amen) That's what they telling me Aim it at your celebrity, this is studio felony Ferragami so many and cool enough for the 70's n***a, payback's a b**h and b**h you been living in debt with me That I more than especially, leave a call on his mother voicemail To say that he rest in peace, bigger chopper the recipe Wrestling, that's irrelevant rather rest at your residence Whistling to the melody couldn't think of a better D Better be on your P and Q, it's just me Jay Rock, Soul and Q So the system ain't barbeque, ain't nothing else you can do (He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I k**ed him (He dead) Haha (Amen) Amen [Hook] [Verse 3] I rapped him and made him Casper, I captured the likes of NASA My pedigree to fly past ya, I pa** the weed to the pastor We all are sinners, won't you send us to bible study faster Your hypocrite-esque reaction a blasphemy I a**a**in my casualty and it's casually done and tell 'em my salary come A lump sum of hundreds don't talk to be 'bout no money The sun is under my feet and I come in peace to compete I don't run if you rather leap, my statistics go up in weeks And I go visit the nearest creek and I get busy on many MC Really ballistic, anybody can see any a**istance, everybody done see Some persistence, recognize I be really too vicious, the permanent beast And the demolition, breaking up the streets, better partition, better dot your T And I gon' mention, how the far you see, putting my dick in the rap industry Everybody b**hin', getting mad at me, recognize Kendrick in the battery And I'm charged up and the catastrophe is charged up and the audacity And y'all f**s, never could ha**le me and y'all luck, just ran out you'll see (He dead) Yup-yup (Amen) I know (He dead) For sure (Amen) Amen [Hook] [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] Pull up and park in my Caddy That's when I f** it up badly Frankly, I'm happy to tell n***as "Have manners 'front they daddy" I carry the Anthony Mackie And put holes in you badly f** sending you off in a hearse I'll send you off in a taxi Have you bloody leaky looking like you tampon or maxi Retaliation talk (Shut the f** up n***a!) Exactly Nasty the cla**y the flashiest how I'm on it Don't ask me no kind of questions and mention I'll leave your face in a pantry And gladly lump up your sh** and bumpin your face up like acne Break your teeth, replace them with veneers bigger than Lil Scrappy Feeling like growing my dread again Letting my sh** get nappy Throw me on a New York fitted While reppin' like I'm a Yankee If they wanna front then I hit em and I tap em Eat a n***a's food like its a scampi When it come to b**h n***as, I'm a little bit a racist Governor Pataki Papi, here to ma**acre aunti Now pops was a little bit manly, f** all that aiming I'mma hit him in the front, hit him in the back So substanc-y Then I gotta Bit-a-bit-a-bit-a-bit-a-beat a n***a leave him in the alley You don't really really know how you n***as always be making me aggie Organs in your drawers now you wearing your pants saggy Haggling n***as with scriptures I'm spittin, you should be happy Gradually when I hit you I split you and leave you sadly In a situation lay you out flatter than chicken patties It's the God, you hear me talking whenever you hear the raspy And when it comes to murkin' something you should never put it past me! [Hook]