The Cenobites - Kick A Dope Verse lyrics

Kick a dope verse and then we ghost I got a brand new Ford, bright orange-yellow pickup truck Cruising around like I'm Johnny Espisito Pumping my funk tape with Stretch and B Bobbito Looking around for that kid who robbed Joey, oh he Catch another rapper rhyme slowly In the back of your head feel the calico M-O You know the X, hey hey, he's out the hospital He played a trumpet in cla**, plus he had a fiddle He had a house uptown on Green Apple Road A human body buried monkey plus a little toad Scared federal bereau, f*ck investigation No phones, no beeps, f*ck communication I like ice cream kids, I like Carvelle I read comics and books, yeah Marvel You want to step MC's, I'm in the basement Hold up mirrors to hell, where your face went? I walk quiet at night, through the projects Maybe one night look through your peephole, peekaboo! I got a gift for you, to f*ck Santa Claus Open your door, face the Cenobites light I want the matrix of mad, I'm like Hellraiser (Who could I be?) Kick a dope verse and then we ghost Bobbito and yes I got the props Now will you crab-a** n***as just hop off my co*k My style's En Vouge, you're never gonna get it Phonetic, kenetic, energetic flows your ears in a tournaquet Wrapped tightly, my raps just might be Unsightly, or slightly greusome Some groups are done, some groups run Many groups come, when Bob beats are spun Stun by the stun gun, you're chewing my dick gum I stick it in your nose so kids can ridicule like Catholic school Second grade, Mrs. Flaherty had a tragedy She saw me bust a nut it was flattery Now I recharge my battery Flattery gets me where I'm going, lets me know I'm flowing Sets me when I'm boning sh**, people asks me who writes for me I write my own sh** from finish to start Diminish the heart, I eat a kinish and then I fart A traskit, a triscit, a golden-eared biscuit Kool Keith asked me to rhyme and so I kicked it Nervous, served this, never even heard this Leave a hearse wordless, because I just served this Stretch Armstrong, my man, my mellow My Godfather Don, get on the mic and say hello It's kind of pertinant that the venom I send 'em Will give 'em an enema, then I'm a prove my sh** is funkier than Yours, when wars bend laws to make n***as figure I can't rap, I play it undercover and plant that One word you heard no other say And the nut I lay to impregnate wombs to tombs Of larvae, insects to dissect from the ribcage To the solar, remember the scene of my brain make You shake and so when I hold a microphone steady *sniff sniff* Give me five if you're ready To go on the collision course and send it When I mental with light jeans don't read names I'm illiterate, consider it ripped, stripped, flipped, kicked Then shredded, so say "cheese" when you pictured yourself imbedded Headed to the fate of n***as spraying rhymes Like mace, terrible, I'm esoterical when I'm tearing through Varying the methods and sh**, I never do I left it to Kool Keith, Bobbito, full of libido For the girls who need-o eight inches of tounge to eat-o, hey Kind of neato, so check it out Peace, hollito Kick a dope verse and then we ghost