Goodfellas - The Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Jimmy 2X] Can't believe you b**hes breathing, but that's so temporary For now I'm making commas, f** the game, missionary You're hating on me, but I won't change or fall There's no change to solve, I'm not strange at all Making sh** that f*ggots never knew, you know I'm on that So let me start by telling you that you don't want that combat See my guns are large, my eyes are redder than the front of Mars Jimmy 2X will leave you with the rugged bars [Verse 2: Skitzophreniac] You s** worse than a crack-who*e giving head while a few teeth missing Skitzo, Jimmy 2 & 9 with Knucklehead, we mean business Everybody shut your windows & lock your doors, cause we spitting We laying down a few rules, so look alive & please listen Coming off like Jason with a machete & a hockey mask And then I'll send you to the morgue in a motherf**ing body bag f** these new trends, I said f** 'em cause I'm not a f*g like you so don't you ever disrespect me, hope you copy that f** you pussies I'm the cat's meow I'll throw a fist like Pacquiao, 1 hit will have you pa**ing out Oh you thought I was a joke? Well who's laughing now? I'll show up at your house & destroy you, yeah I'm cracking down Ain't no psychos in this game, I'm the only one My brain is on backwards, my heart is blacker than a smoker's lungs Step to the mic, & I go off like Rambo with a loaded gun Got some sh** to say? I suggest you hold your tongue [Verse 3: 9 Lives] I'll blow the game up with a spirit bomb Just you k** you rappers, then I'll go to clear the bong f**ing f*ggots now I'm high as hell, I'll toss 'em high as hell They ain't sh**, they better listen before I prevail They're better off shutting the f** up, 'cause their writing fails They might as well drop dead like life in jail I can tell that they're pissed off They spit soft, so I figure I take 6 saws And 2 Jigsaws, break all their legs & put 'em in a criss cross Now lick balls, like disgusting sick dogs I'll take a razor blade to cut their god damn lips off, now get lost Got a problem with that? This is lyrical apocalypse rap I'm like a rhinoceros strapped with gats That shoot out hippopotamus fat Dropping the facts, you won't get shot with a mac But you'll definitely get thrown in the air & f**ing dropped on your back You're honestly whack, don't constantly brag you f**ing comedy act even though I'll probably laugh [Verse 4: Knucklehead] My 5 senses are heightened, I'm fighting like Mike Tyson Ear biting, heat coming off of my pen, it's stifling The 4 horsemen, starting war for more land Visions of the dead hang from your ceiling fan A serial k**er with a forced hand, stabbing you in the torso over & over again Leave you bleeding out in a school van for a kindergarten cla** to walk in The vision of precision takes peeling out of your outer skin The Goodfellas grudging up raising hell again Run out & tell a friend My thoughts are sicker than Charles Manson convincing women to k** for him The rhyme's I'm spitting will brainwash each & every citizen To take their outstanding lifespan & Knucklehead's a f**ing god to them