All Wack Rhyme Sayers please prepare a pen and pad. Listen well and take good notes.
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Story behind the song
This is the first of three Odes to those fools we all love to hate. Peep the unique battle stylee.
Lyrics
ODE TO THA WACK MC (part I)
-Hook-
This one's dedicated to the you-know-who.
The Wack Rhyme Sayer and all the things you do.
I best not be taking to you, home boy, I best not be talking to you...
-El Rey-
It's the E, but call me D, cuz I'm tenacious,
you wanna face lift? I'll raise your face, bitch.
Suck and tuck, what the f*ck? You f*cking suck.
Enroll into rap school and learn how to construct.
Are you a duck? Cuz your sound is quack!
Step off the track and get back to basics.
Come on man, yo, let's face it.
If you had a dis you wouldn't know where to place it.
-Phunk-
X plus the Z don't mean sh*t to you
Because you're ignorant, you spill shit like a fool,
Sound like a tool, but that ain't the beef,
The real problem here is you f*cked with the chief.
Relief from the pain and release some rage,
I'm innocent until the found me locked in a cage.
What's my age? Not twelve, add some numbers to it,
You wanna be Emenem, but you don't speak fluent.
-Vicious-
Let me step up to the mic, I believe in the piece I speak.
I'm a beat freak. This shit's not for the meek or weak.
What I seek is the head of the wack MC on a platter
I'll splatter ya, shatter ya, word.
VIC true to the game, not sounding the same, that's lame.
You went for the fame, for shame, not for the person, for the name.
You went for the fame, for shame. Oops, I said that once already.
Does that make me wack, fuck no, I'm rockin' steady.
But you step up to defeat, shit you gotta get the lead out.
This is my house, ma'fuck, so hella get out.
There's a dog locked in your system of wack, he needs let out.
You're displaying the slaying of culture, vulture, what you sh*t out.
-Hook-
This one's dedicated to the you-know-who.
The Wack Rhyme Sayer and all the things you do.
To the game untrue, you're wack through and though.
I best not be taking to you, home boy, I best not be talking to you...
-Vicious-
Wack MC I heard your cut and did you think of that rhyme yourself? I didn't think so.
You know I know your rhymes smell so bad, and yes they stink so.
Have you ever really had a taste of dope? Nope?
I'll break your head like a yo-yo, use spinal cord for the rope.
You're mind's so heavy and full of my rhymes it makes your spine telescope.
You're plagiarizing, kid, you got caught and you can't cope!
-Phunk-
Truant, they'll say, and late as a period,
You're either knocked out, knocked up, or not serious.
I'm furious and anger builds with every line.
Step to the mic, it's dream-smashing time.
Sublime, the way words fall from my mouth.
Like f*ck you pussies, and get the hell out.
This is your house? Don't think so. I pay the bills.
Kill prohibitionist and smash stills.
-El Rey-
Can you taste it on the tip of your tongue?
It's blood, cuz I'm punch drunk punching your gums.
Keep munching your thumbs cuz you're standing there nervous.
If you were a waiter you still couldn't serve this.
Battle me, hell you're name's calling the bottom.
It's like Tetris cuz L's are falling into your column.
So I gotta know why you want to keep fighting me.
I'm covered in teeth marks, cuz you keep biting me.
Enlighten me, yo, give me you're best rhyme.
You can't do it, I'd be hearing my own line.
I don't loan mine, be original, leech.
Now with the World Wide Web you're a digital thief.
That's a criminal breech to the second degree,
Which is just, cuz you're just second to me.
"A track can't hold my rhymes are too fat,"
And Nate, be my guest, you can have that.