Carnage The Executioner - Different/Dope Mutha'f**a lyrics

(Verse 1) No can match this…Hype flow addict/ Tight show bracket nitro-blastin' psychopathic- Bold and graphic…Whoa, the spaz is/ Gross with antics…Of old, a vantage- Scrolls & magic anecdotes & tactics/ So emphatic…Token Blackness- Attention-holdin'-snatchin'…Commotion package/ Like a naked hermaphro-dite approachin' traffic- …Chose to practice…Enrolled in cla**es/ With a team of ‘A' achievers like Bos-co Baracus- No gold but mad rich…With soul and pa**ion/ Eat pokin' cactus, and broken gla** chips- Ferocious ba*tard…Cold when rappin'/ Like snow in ‘Apolis-Minne frozen ashes- …Cryo-crafted pyroclastic/ Spiral jagged rival wackness vital damage- No joke syllabics…Slow & fastest/ Quotes that have sh**…Blown to fragments- Now alone inhabit…Thrown of hatches/ In small space cruisers…Comb galactis- ‘Cause of zone detachment…From lower status/ In search of OTHER beings to compose some tracks with- Or foes for clashes…VULCANS laugh &/ Say I'm the dopest! That's sick! I say I'm just- (Chorus) Different…Unlike no other, brotha'/ …None are similar to this “Dope Mutha-f**a!”- Cuckoo with a mic, not ONE in my league/ You heard them others, s**ers is NOTHIN' like me!- I'm different…Unlike NO OTHER, brotha'/ …NONE ARE SIMILAR! I'm a “Dope Mutha-f**a!”- You doin' what he did, & wonder why I boo/ I k** it every time, & sound NOTHIN' like you!- (Verse 2) Advice you, not to give up selling sandwiches ‘cause even/ GOOD songs hardly sell on iTunes! Quite rude to knit wits with- Stomachs that cannot endure what the kid spits it's/ Been suggested that I offer myself in tidbits, this- Leads to my being labeled abomination…Fleshings are/ Very dumb…Plus I have more character variations than a- Schizo sanitarium, so I have, “Have what?”/ Have to talk to MYSELF to have an intelligent conversation!- …Attack pack solo & eat a few…Have, but don't need a crew/ “Do what the VOICES in HIS HEAD tell ME to do!” Beat'll lose- A fight with me, lead it through cadences I'm coverin' with/ Tougher it gits, reason you can't see the bruise- It ought to doubt takin' my slaughter route, I SAY what YOU would seek/ Therapy for if you even THOUGHT about! & still shine with- Such efficience…There's no room for ME on my OWN/ Genitals ‘cause it isn't admired by YOU…From a distance!- …You merrily dwell on my talent to balance/ Vocab & delivery, load smashin' to smithereens, barely tell- I don't always write extraordinary rhymes/ Just WRITE ordinary rhymes I RECITE extraordinarily well!- …There I go being modest again! “If not WE/ Still have difficultly takin' compliments then!” Who knows but I- Know I'm uncanny uncommon unpredictable unequivocal/ Unconventional pinnacle of self-identical mystical & just- (Chorus) Different…Unlike no other, brotha'/ …None are similar to this “Dope Mutha-f**a!”- Cuckoo with a mic, not ONE in my league/ You heard them others, s**ers is NOTHIN' like me!- I'm different…Unlike NO OTHER, brotha'/ …NONE ARE SIMILAR! I'm a “Dope Mutha-f**a!”- You doin' what he did, & wonder why I boo/ I k** it every time, & sound NOTHIN' like you!-