Cypha2 - CES Cru

The Chainsaw massacre-er

Cause of the massive murder

Jaws flappin' and cursin'

I’ll laugh to the curtain call

I make 'em cheer n' throw up their hands

Why you binging on hate and fear

And infringing upon what I’m makin' here?

I’ll make it clear I ain’t prepared to put up with your shit

Steer clear

I’ll spank your rear like your parents shoulda did

Staring at me like you couldn’t lift

If you kept your mouth shut

You’d be like down-up

Almost down again 'fore the round’s up

I don’t know how the fuck you found us

So feast your eye on

Seeing me is like peeping Zion

Delete your icon

I’ll be the beast that eats the python

Boa constricts these

While you stand in the corner like: «Damn, nobody picked me»

A whore is just a slutty prick-tease

The whole of ya fist hurts

Like 'What's love?

' with Lawrence Fishburne

The difference is

While Clinton gets to pork his intern

You’re forced to insure

To get a cure for that scorching dick burn

I killa bitch

Spill a clip

But I warn a chick first

On some gorrila shit

Drill her with a few rounds

Dump her, then fill a ditch

I’m I’ll as it gets

Sick with the flick of his fingertips

I string up 'em from behind with my monofilament weapon

Dilligent with the skill that I spit

Ay, yo I’m I’ll like a drillbit in the mouth of a demented dentist

Bitch

Because I know it’s making sense

When I could rip my pen against

My ettiquette is always nicer

Watching just be shredding and beheading them

I’m here to make the cypher complete

Kind of crazy, like I’m siphoning gas

If I’m wack, Bernie Mac is as white as the Scream mask

My deams cast passed

With sega ever envision

My advanced check whould look like private college tuition

Pack the knowledge and rip it like a fat chick in small jeans

Inspired back when the Wu told me how do define C.R.E.A.M

I’m schizophrenic and you’re scared of us

I’ve never been to the matrix

I just sold a couple pills to Morpheus

What you hearing now is incredible

But it seems to get a deal

Your rhyme style gotta be metrosexual

I write songs like I’m clerical plus

I’m parallel with a bunch of blades that’ll sever you

And we can show you how the best do

But you can lose your lungs and tonsils if you try to smoke with Ces Cru

I understand when I rhyme you find it hard to compete

But imma burn until fire is obsolete

Rappers will say their bustin'

But Shadow’ll say their slippin'

On every track

Sounding much gayer than Stewie Griffin

All your girls got their eyes on me

'Cause I’m a hot MC

And plus I’m cut like a

Too many niggas thinkin' they got the game sold

And I’m way too old

Forget about it, peep my credentials: I’m way too cold

The illest lyricist to ever spit with significance

No gimmicks, I go back to words I started my sentence with

Don’t get it twisted though

I nips in the bud — everybody

From local dealers to an upcoming thug

'Cause after me, Shadow and Ubi spit dawg

We got this shit locked

They ripped shop

And I’m putting fear in niggas like Rick Ta

People think that I’m beside myself

But wasn’t nobody in my corner when I cried for help

So please let me «e a bit

I know I’m the shit

And you would never find another nigga doper than this

You immediately at ease

And try to understand it

You couldn’t hit a pitch I spit if it was underhanded

In a softball game

I’m off of the chain

I don’t listen to you niggas 'cause your talk’s all lame

Drawn to mics like a moth to a fame

All my radio-season vets so I don’t need your salt in my game

I’m elaborate

Why y’all niggas stuck on some faggot shit

And couldn’t see me if you had a dream and imagined it

You’re searching for lyrics

I’m packing cigars

Give a total eclipse of the heart like Pat Benatar

Ya Bitch

J. Dean

What kind of genius are you?

Who the fuck are we?

The difference between a PS3 and Atari

This is not the acceptance speech and I’m not lying

I’ll commit to suicide and be certain to die trying

I’m the bomb like

What the fuck would you do for a Klondike?

Make you disappear like a virgin on Prom night

Shine bright

Sure as Godi’s a liar, I’m not the dopest

Couldn’t afford a half a pound

So I previously stacked roaches

My grandfather’s criminal record is 50 years old

Inherited freezers for bodies and keeping beers cold

Can’t reach the machete

I’m stabbing you with these shears bro

Wanna be the next sacrifice for Jason?

Well here goes

This is not the beginning or end plus

Sworn to manufacture verses 'til all of my pens bust

Traced the man who cast the curse on his closest of friends but

Knowing there can only be one, whoever don’t win sucks