Syndrome - Mayham presents - Markham/Toronto Rap Cypher 2017 (feat. Outlaw, Trix Nader) lyrics

[Mayham] I'm a plunging horror, lunatic who would jump the border Just to take a dump toward a f**ing trump supporter And I stay blunt, like I'm a weeded aura And I don't mean inner peace, I meant I need a Rita Ora on weed I'll boggle your mind gravelled, wanna know why I'm throttled To leave your mind dazzled, blind rage piercing eye goggles? I'd date a fine model if I was capable of insulting her Not even taking it back if I time travelled Ain't nobody growing up, seeming time's stuck Like a black hole appearin' cause your f**in' rhymes s** Your crappy raps would be better if you shut it and mimed up Like a dick stuck in your ear, buddy I'm a mind f** Ain't no stopping nothing when I'm copping trophies Only stop I'm doing is when I'm fossil cozy and my coffin closes All these rappers that claim they shot are phoney You hungry for blood? I prepared Bullets for meals cause I'm serving ya glockamoli You clown's are sh**, s** my brown dick Go catch a cold on a track, cause it's the only way you'll sound sick Break all your teeth in, it's the only way you crown king You don't wanna square up, I'm no one to f** a-round with I'm instigating a riot, and I'll be staying so bias These rappers needa shhh, so I'm mixtaping em quiet Someone's gotta take the throne I guess cause Jason's retired That's when mayham comes in with lighters and he blazes the fire I'm the personality not even madonna induces Mayham for president, cause f**in' donald is useless Listening to rap today, you can't be callin' it music Now I'm a sober dope that'll smoke all of you losers Stick a knife in ya gut till it reaches ya spinal cord Pick a fight with a s*ut and tell her that she's the kind of who*e I'd like to dance with her panties down on my asylum floor And I'm an animal, the f** you think they call me psycho for They call me ham, cause I'm a pig on the track So you chickens won't be beefin' with the this and the that And my words will pierce your skin, like a stick, like attack! b**hes it's flu season, so get back I'm sick on the track And if I'm a snake, then all you h*mos are vermin I'll have an atheist praying to god that I don't hurt him Allergic to certain garbage so these wastes shouldn't breathe If you front with your back up, then beware when I sneeze [Outlaw] I need to chill out, before my feelings spill out Like when I out k** to show you who's real now I'm not a real rapper, I just got an ill mouth A real Outlaw, living life like I'm still wild I spit anger, b**h strangler Throw you down a mountain with a rope around like Cliffhangers Hoe you sound like a b**h stammering anxious And you can't anticipate a manic's language And I spit satanic sh** to confuse you with And Mayham produces it like he's used to it The only approval which I'm cool with is his I'm cruel with this sh** like Abdul's neurosis is The truth of it is, my rhymes in the vault Got 'em climbing the walls like the roof of this b**h Exciting them all like the lines that I've drawn; Bruise your face and replace the ice with the salt! [Trix Nader] Sick as f** and I'm in the cut Last a new year, hope I'm not out of luck Hateful a** n***as out here ruining livelihoods sh** making me wonder if there's any good left Then I realize, I am so blessed Young n***a with the tools to impact society Change lives, and make some moves Therefore I do not feel like I got nothing to lose Maybe I got some sh** to prove to the competition Call me Bobby Brown cause this a new edition New rendition of this rap game Starve myself cause I'm hungry for this rap fame Being at the top's probably full of fakes but Make no mistake, I just do it to prove it You know the coolest, doing it for sport Like I'm hunting in this b**h Do it with no a**ist, be revered like an MVP Just so all of these n***as can't envy me This is the illest verse in all of 2017 Most blessed and best of my generation