Kourt Jester - Step Right Up lyrics

[Intro: Kourt Jester] Yo We got Kourt Jester AKA MCKJ Flatline of Kamp Crystal Lake And the one and only Twisted Insane muthaf**a You step right up to this ring, you ain't gonna like what's gonna happen b**h! [Verse 1: Kourt Jester] Spit this ignorant arithmetic, Dolph Ziggler with a BIC, I'm flippin sh** Never heard'a, no murderer, who spits 16 as cold as this Decapitate your a**ociates, other rappers ain't holiest They can never develop, they musta sewed they Fallopians These holy hits I be kickin, they shouldve been stitched in enscriptures Stick my dick inside your mouth and get it mixed witcha liquids But each word that the kid be rippin' makes you shocked and visibly smitten Say that Kourt Jester be sinnin', but God has said he's forgiven Step right up to the ring, or the plate, or whatever the f** youre choosing That sh** ain't gonna matter cause against these k**az youre losin' Next generation of rap, but I'm reppin' the Golden Age That's why I'm somethin like royalty, when I step on that stage Flatline, MCKJ and that boy Twisted Insane Pick your poison muthaf**a, we inflictin' the pain The churches all fear us, we're demons, we sick in the brain Step right up to the ring, it's like arsenic in your veins Muthaf**a! [Hook: Kourt Jester] Step right up, come one come two! Hating on the style, well then, f** you Step right up, come one come all 3 slither spitters spittin' venom at y'all Step right up, come one come two! Hating on the style, well then, f** you! Step right up, come one come all The greatest show on Earth But for you it's curtain call! [Verse 2: Flatline] Hitting you like some crystal meth, I'll give you rotted flesh Rigor Flatline Mortis, Master of Macabre, the pistol brings you d**h I'll lock you in my trunk, escape? I hit you with the heater Bodybaggin' up all the body parts, when I hit ya with the meat cleaver And dumpin' 'em into lake Erie, I'll make the snakes fear me Tellin' your grandma her grandbaby's dead and sh**, now she remains teary You talk sh** but your flows are f**in' so-so Give me about ten seconds 'fore I snap, and then go postal I hit 'em up when I slit 'em up, with the machete swing it wreckless Turn your endtrails into j**elery like a necklace Pay the pied piper, crashin' down like crumbled buildin's k**in' off the wack rappers of the world, then kidnappin' your children (Haha!) It's not a battle rap, I swing a f**in' battle axe Step right up to this and turn the rumors of your d**h to facts Got a mask on, then I blast on, hourgla** and the sands gone Starin' up at the roof of the church, your family sings a sad song [Hook: Kourt Jester] [Verse 3: Twisted Insane] Step right up to the plate, I'm murderin' n***as with pa**ion Blood stains, f** 'em up 'till the slugs came, what the f** is you askin'? Make my escape in the night, I could've been off in the music If I were to lose it, you would get murdered, and pull a machete, instead he finna use it I'm finna have to get in 'em, when I spit venom like a cobra If you would hit this lick, wonder what you get, then it's over I hit 'em with a little bit of black magic, like a crack addict off of COCAINE If you wanna feel that right there, step up, get dapped up, and feel NO PAIN I make that muthaf**a do backflips in his DRAWERS WITH Daddy lookin' at him, baby lookin' at him, Mama lookin' at him, AW sh*t Step up and get pushed back, we don't play that, I don't hear you It takes everything for me to not k** you every time I'm near you I cut them all up on YouTube, pick up all the pieces, put 'em in a trash bag No sympathy for you muthaf**as, just another s**a I'ma laugh at I don't really give a, he don't really give a, she don't really give a MAD fu*k Step right up to the plate and you will get hit with some of that BAD LUCK