Copywrite - Tower of Babble 2 lyrics

(Cage) You wanna shoot a video? Bring a crystal to blonde busters Wanna step to Weathermen, cause you all co*ks**ers! Wanna Soldier Story? What's gold and gory Pull the jury off some dead b**h in a crematory Put 12 little f*ggots in the f**ing dirt then crawl Out your little girls jaw, and ask her, WHO'S BIZZARE? I'm so underground I should seek production in China Cut a dime in half, I got 2 licks, and one vagina Find a therapist that I can eat out soon Cause I'm so homesick, I miss mom's fallopian tubes My vision is stillframe animation Put a gun to a square, make him slice a mason Pissing at Days Inn, got a dog for an agent Studied virtue in the basement where my doctor tried to keep his patients Paint a portrait, four minutes, no rush While fools clock in a circle to dissect the brush (Chorus) X2 Half step? Can't walk Drunk s*ut? Pants off Fake jack? Can't talk This mic? Hands off New jack? Get taught Weak sh**? Get caught Your crew? sh**s off Wack b**h! (Copywrite) Dr. Strange will slop your Range with a stinking bucket of piss And co*kblock your brain if you think you f**ing with this By Christ, I'll summon this sh** Son of a b**h, up in your crib f**ing your b**h with one of my fists Pants sagging low, hand smacking hoes Get down with the Klan just to slit the Grand Dragon's throat The way I see, everything on this damn earth is free Murder beats, and turn MC's to hamburger meat First coming of Copywrite, thief with the mic Creep like a thief in the night, sneak in your crib, leave with your wife Repent for your recordings When the engineer said your vocals were too hot What he meant was they were distorted Explain how your venom harms your prey, and you're hard to slay When your DJ's dressing up in women's lingerie For Eons I infect y'all with Agent Orange If you don't know the words to these verses, don't even sing the chorus Chorus X2 (Eon) I stay Unbreakable like David Dunn The Philly native son You Mr. Gla** on mics The jaded one Check out this ill crew's onslaught Your career's a Hot97 afterthought It's not my fault the a** fall in the ?past fought? Now who's that kid from Space Mountain? Looking like an accountant, highly touted, off and on again Really hip hop needs to take 5 like Donovan I end my quote nice with bong hits and ?????? Send me the f** back to ???????? please Or release EC's from the hospital for joint disease See the weasel on Da Vinci's easel With the Mona Lisa oil paintings, shavings and scrapings Combined with championship trophy engravings Clowns rock from foul grounds to out of bounds You couldn't see my a** if I was wearing hospital gowns Chorus X2