P.Flow Matics - Yur sh** Iz Weak lyrics

Verse 1: [P.Flow Matics] We bring you those lyrical raw styles The cool jams colder than the weather in Moscow, (You're done!) Commercial rap is wack let's take it back into the past Hey yo DJ! It's time to scratch that record like a rash! First of all we got the flows that none of yal could handle Prepare to get strangled, mashed up and mangled, cut you like a sample Let's do the math, P.Flow plus a hip hop production Equals execution causing a spontanious combustion Of ability, not to mention agility cause you'll remember this flow forever like it took your damn virginity on stage See someone let the jackal out the cage Don't try to be brave or I'mma blast you like a 12 gage! Flip like a skateboard if you ever disrespect So begin punching that skateboard cause it's time to hit the deck! Expose your brain matter to the public like an art piece I'm shredding yal with lyrics quicker than a segal's heartbeat! Chorus X2: P.Flow Matics: The mic is dead I murder it, I murder it "scratching" Bigg.B: L.O.C. in the building XX20: For all you wannabe rappers who be acting "scratching" instead of rapping! Verse 2: [Desruptive Concept 20] Blood gushing, blood rushing concussion Filter her blood to her tampak suction Obduction, f** seduction, k** this b**h Soon as we step out I'm caving her chest in as I'm ripping her breast out! Stab, jux, cut, slicing all of her face up Through the eyes of a murderer I only k** from the waste up! Psychotic, bionic off of the chronic, no logic? Give me the gin, give me the tonic Ma**acre the beat at a speed that's just supersonic This hearts green blood, flowing like hydroponic I spit flames of fire like chemical combustion Your reign of victory should soon come to descruction Dark black venom keeps leaking out these pores The horror, the madness, graphic intercourse! I get in her bu*t of course, it's theraputical, medicinal Message sent subliminal, living with these criminals Chorus X2: P.Flow Matics: The mic is dead I murder it, I murder it "scratching" Bigg.B: L.O.C. in the building XX20: For all you wannabe rappers who be acting "scratching" instead of rapping! Verse 3: [P.Flow Matics] While you were born to spit your wackness I was destined to shred I'm like a spider, always dropping something fly on the web Metaphorical wordplays until I'm out of my wits The only dope joints you have is when you roll up a spliff A wordsmith is a person who is inclined with his words A freestyler drops sh** right off the top like a bird! Who's the illest? Who's the best? Who is so fresh and supperb Who is a k**er in the flesh here to possess what occures? You really think that you're original? Damn, you must be mental then Cause all you rappers look a like to me like skeletons Always rapping about crack? Why do you bait yourself out? You are what you eat p**y you just ate yourself out! I could k** you with a sixteen if I'm down with the beat Ain't the type with a foot fetish but I'm down for defeat And I could prove that to you rappers like a printed receipt Listen it's deep, talk is cheap b**h, go piss in your sheets, yur sh** iz weak! Chorus X2: P.Flow Matics: The mic is dead I murder it, I murder it "scratching" Bigg.B: L.O.C. in the building XX20: For all you wannabe rappers who be acting "scratching" instead of rapping!