MF DOOM - Ma**acre lyrics

[Verse 1] Spazz Spazzed when he saw this track Bet he caught a heart attack You'll k** me lyrically ? nah you got it twisted B "i'm gifted" s**ed, like homie what is this trickery? Leave ya mental frozed up you don't want it with the wizardry He's a swag f*g rapper not fit for the industry MC's like you bring out the superhuman within me Spectro tell him quit dickeating 'fore he catch strep throat And step up, take notes before you step to EsOh Talking all that loud on twitter like its nothing I just wanna know who laced the loud that you puffing? That caused you to start bluffin' and frontin' Man, all I'm saying is quit acting tough kid See the day is darkening, and the hate is harboring The years are turning to a much darker scene They wanna talk down but this is the "memoirs of marcus" Take long steps to me , catch ten yards of carnage Detonate ya mind with lines of a warhead Say "I told ya" then write a third eye on ya forehead Busta Jovany just looking to get bust up Have him in the grave crazily throwing blood up I'll tie todd with his shoe lace, with your lyrics you lose me You ain't no illumi-nati kid But your girl is possessed to do some naughty sh** To me Break.. [Hook] And there's a plague on my enemies, sad to say there's no remedy You have entered the demon, legion, don't look at this spiritually There's a plague on my enemies, sad to say there's no remedy You have entered the demon, legion, don't look at this spiritually UH [Verse 2] Alota people claiming that they bought to play up But check the triangle to see if they chose ya Cause, you stay in the box, and you always closed up And if you not made for it, then homie own up To the fact, that you wack And your tracks are in vain And you act as a slave Do you grasp what I'm saying? Probably not, it's ok Step to a cyclone , get stomped Kid I spit vomit on your incompetence a**holes black hole, reaction that occured Deepthroat a chainsaw, an orgy and a ma**acre I'm in for this game, for the rewards that you get Honestly a souped up acura , sounds accurate Ya'll don't get it , I'm heartless And hardly ever sympathetic I hate romance, somehow I think that it's pathetic Rhythm and poetry, what I use as my weapon To rob citizens of their bank And undeserving rank You write about nothing Trying to be clever but shooting blanks And you still wonder why ya production stanks [Hook] You hear this, and now ya brain cells all distorted Bring you hell, I got spells in all of a**ortments Tell me why these n***as wanna hold me back? My n***a, these n***as won't hold me back They trying to slash my aspiration Only cause he know he wack Man they just copycats , copy that? Roger that, you can't LA dodge the fact Homie holla back ...