Tuff Bandit - Y.O.U. (Freestyle) lyrics

I make a booth look like a lavatory with the toilet flooded Leave a microphone gutted Under the influence of an illegal substance, I'm not an equal subject You can't deny this I'll infect your brain and damage your skull with encephalitis Step a-side b**h, no need to try this Your limbs will become a mathematical problem the way I divide it Without the chainsaw f** them insane laws Crooked Cops flea the god damn scene with stained draws I engage war, I'm iller than stage 4 Been a lost cause, too late to pray for No need to wonder why these f**ing demons stay swarmed We are just guest living in Satan's forum My lyrical formula attacks your body like Agent Orange Then find your style placed in storage, cause your sh** is boring Once the words hit my brain the pen explodes like a missile Now watch what I do with a f**ing pistol I wave my rhyme book over my food when the dinners cold Your style is so "Ghost Written" your publishing should go to Dennis Coles I perfect my craft while getting stoned When my impact is made you can feel my words hitting bones Worst than a fractured hairline, When I splatter there minds Phillip Morris should sponsor me you see I k** squares, Right? This is the part your brain divorces you If I kicked you in your stomach you'd sh** out your last breath cause my Air Forced you Peep my serial k**er torture When I anoint your daughter with holy water then slurp it of her Does that annoy you? What if I took my knife and left her face looking bout as ugly as LaToya Jackson there's no explanation for my actions I leave the human body broken down like a mattress My vivid illustrations you couldn't imagine. Preschool I was taught to ride carpets sort of like Aladdin