Mr. Morbid & Melph - My Type Of sh** lyrics

[Intro: Scratches] [Verse 1: Mr. Morbid] Motherf**ers got some nerve questioning me Basically that sh** is unheard never to see I'm a veteran beast I leave you dead and deceased I hit you with the f**ing anger that I never released Now you resting in peace that sh** was destined to be I'm pissed off like Oscar the Grouch from Sesamestreet Am I through with this bullsh**? Definately Hit a dude with a poolstick, cracking his teeth On some new and improved sh**, blessing the beat I'm just losing my cool when you begging for heat I'm really the type of cat you will never defeat You're silly you might get slapped in your head cause you're weak I'm swinging the spiked bat if I'm ready for beef You're dealing with psychopaths that'll smash you to sleep Ravenous creep feasting on cadavers I keep Inside my bedroom the reason I don't ever get sleep [Hook: Scratches] [Verse 2: Melph] I'm a true master, from the mic to the boards Scorch the booth, every verse i record Kick in the door the rhyme galore entrepreneur mentor f** sh** up and, bang ho's We make do, break bread with these demons Choke you to d**h, till you ain't breathing Handing out drinks similar to Jim Jones Cast enemies into a lake of fire and brimstone Let's eat, enjoy this feast In the belly of the beast where the devil lurks in peace k**ed in the bing, like a pedophile priest Blow up like suicide bombers in the middle east Back off, ya'll dont wanna brawl Timb boots army suits, we keep it raw In the early morn open my eyes see the dawn Spit the truth in the booth cause my word is bond [Hook: Scratches] [Verse 3: Mr. Morbid] Yo i spread doom i get through every week By reminding myself that I can never be weak Get it I see the truth when they staring at me But forget it when evil doers get hands on my feet Dragging me deep, thinking I can never be free Until I realize I'm actually in heaven I weep All the blood, sweat and tears that I shed is released In the form of tidal waves hitting every beach Better retreat, my pain is like an enemy fleet That'll crush you to dust like elephant feet I am f**ing disgusting battle emcees Then put them up in my snuff flick begging me please I guess enough is enough kid better believe That I'm nothing to f** with like celibacy