El Sangre - Mixed Verbal Arts lyrics

I'm crude and I'm cra**, I'll f** your a** with some gla** Bust a blunt, do a stunt, and then I'll hunt for your c*nt Already pop a cherry whilst jamming Makaveli Put a kimura on your vehicle, that's an armbar armcar Cause I'm a star with plenty of par, channeling the power of Ra Put your kid in a kimura watching Dora the Explorer It's not hard to stay sharp when I lose my bank card Cause I don't splash, I stash my cash under my bed Hiding fifty grand from the f**ing feds I'm just joking, I barely have twenty quid Cause I went to Rocksalt and had a salt and pepper squid It was good stuff, had plenty enough, my organs were all rough I tried to call a taxi on my own, I had to go home I was on hallucinogenics and I thought I was eating Davy Jones I will fight you, and your cat and your dog, I'll even fight you whilst I'm blinded in the fog I'll split you in two, do jiu jitsu on your shih tzu Muay Thai in a suit and tie, you gonna die as I come down from the sky I'm the guy that'll spunk in your eye and your wife's pink pie Put you in a juji gatame, f** your armpit and your fanny Bust a nut in your gut, now your womb is all gammy And then you'll call your first child Sammy Yeah, son, you like it, I'm a psychic, I tutor the future on my new computer Psychically, I psych your tree I'm a tree surgeon with kids to feed You need to protect when you get all erect or get decked with a triangle to the neck I'll give you a suplex if you get vexed You'll go through your apartment complex I got powerful specs You will get wrecked My literacy is s**, metaphorically with a convex in my codex My first verse hurts, it has the worst thirst for the dark curse called reverse birth inspired by the jet black hearse My luck does not s** cause I'm Irish I see through the iris of Osiris And I see every hazard and crisis I don't iron my clothes, I "steel" that sh** (What does that mean, are you skint or rich?) Please don't co*k block or vagina deny Just allow the plough or at least let me try Lyrically rape swag f*ggots and mics They don't wanna be dominated by someone who can rap right So they take flight and leave by the end of the night I like to spit in and get wet the ones that haven't been used yet Because they're in better conditions and are still tight I give them a series of repetitions, now they're rough and will bite That was a s**ual euphemism with poetic athleticism Some won't understand so I kidnap them with my van Then kick them in the face like Rob Van Dam Or Austin Aries, I get scary and lairy I'll have you screaming out "Please just spare me" Do you really wanna f**ing rumble? Camel clutch, break your back, f** your a**, make you humble Smoke a dutch, shake some Jack, break the gla**, and make you stumble