3st Cypher 3 - 3st

Well that was fucking weird

Anyway, the cypher

It’s tradition that I open up the track…

Actually Brandon

I think I’m attacking this track first

I know how this ends

Cause I skipped ahead

And read the final chapter

And it’s bout to be a disaster

If you try to step to the masters

I’ll run through you dicks like a catheter

And snap necks like chiropractors

So lemme know if you got any last words

Y’all are bout as soft as a fupa

Got a rock hard cock

Gon' seduce a Medusa

I got Harry Potter bitches like

Expecto Patronum

Take em back to my dorm

And I go erecto-and-bone-em

You ain’t nothing special boy

You whack as all the others

Acting like a widdle baby

I’mma have to call your mother

I don’t fuck with sports

Basketball’s for suckers

I don’t play, but if I have to

I’ll just pass the ball to Tucker

I’m throwing a symposium

My homie Dionysus

Bout to bring some of the fam

Like Aphrodite and Poseidon

And then Hades brought The Fates

And all the Titans

Lames are all gon' break me off

Like Drake did Josh

Cause they ain’t got invited

Critics call you rotten

I’m Hitchcock, and you’re Michael Bay

You wanna fight, esse?

I’ll give your ass more indents

Than a works cited page

Don’t get me wrong

As a person girl, you right as rain

But if you’re thinking that you might get laid

Don’t get excited babe

You got a better shot at

Making toast in a microwave

Hot girl with a tramp stamp tattoo

Plunge her while we fuckin' in the bathroom

Told me to pull her angel hair

While I give her that

Meaty sauce like ragù

Run a mile on a track with me and sneeze

When I leave you in the dust like achoo

So far ahead that I’ll be on the podium

Toting the gold before you get to lap two

Time’s up

Leave or you gon' have to pay

A misdemeanor fine, bruh

You should see a doctor

You’re convincing me you’re

Tryna pass a kidney stone

Cause you’re so pissed at me

Mind fuck when I get as

Meta as this simile

I work

Spitting this heat with some energy

Flowing like thermodynamic laws

If you and The Rest Of The Robots

Believe you can hurt me

Go tell that to Asimov

Patience.

I’m teasing you

Leave you hanging with anticipation

Like a…

…dramatic pause

She was tryna fuck and I’m like

«You had me at hello»

She was grinding my coffee beans

And I made her an espresso

Now she about to head home

On a train right out the Metro

And I know she’ll be coming back

Coming back

Coming back

Coming back like an echo

But I’m gone like Bruce Willis' hair

Take em to my villainous lair

To cut em up and eat 'em

Rinse and repeat like I’m silverware

Not gon' stop until the cheers fill the air

You’re so full of fluff and filler

That I could’ve made your ass at Build-A-Bear

At least then you’d have a heart bitch

I’ve been swerving in the fast lane

So long, I’m getting car sick

Eric Clapton on that ass

When I pull my hard dick

Back and forth across her G-string

Like a guitar pick

We make it clear that we’re the best

In every song we write

If you need me to I’ll draw it

On the cave wall for you troglodytes

We’re over your heads

Living Over The Hedge

With a flow that’s stellar like Wanda Sykes

Finish my verse

And then like the one in reggae

I’mma drop the mic

And when the Mike drops

Prepare to be scared of me

Cause somewhere in me is a hairy beast

So beware cause he’s looking for a square

That he can tear to pieces

This could end terribly if you dare proceed

You’re entering territory where you’ll be

Sweating in blaring heat with the severity

Of Katy Perry’s sweet bare physique

Buried 'neath kerosene

Until you melt like American cheese

It’s embarrassing that you airheads

Seem to think to you compare to me

When our similarities are so tiny

That I can barely see

Compared to the apparent heap of disparities

When I got my glasses on

I see this shit with 20/20 clarity

But y’all still tryna get it straight

Like Mike Pence with his shock therapy

She just responded

I thought I got left on read

Make an illegal turn just to see this girl

So I hook a left on red

Goddamn that ass is a mystery

Like Agatha Christie

Leave nothing left unread

Twist her clit with my weak hand till it bleed and

I call it left on red

I seen fourteen year olds on the TV

Make a million bucks

Disrespect as a come up

I might just say

Fuck everything that I stand for

Cash me on my live Instagram

Making cam porn

Christ, I fucking hate it here

Fuck this shit, I’m going back to Hell

Satan’s afraid of me

So he locks me up in a padded cell

And if I wasn’t in a straightjacket

I’d be straight jacking it

Cause my brain’s imagining

Satan clapping his naked ass in my face

And it makes me wanna shake my shaft

Like a miner in an earthquake

Girl’s wasting my time if it ain’t

Third base on the first date

Toes curl, make her sing my name

As if she living in a birdcage

I might roast a couple emcees

Send them to the school nurse

For some first aid

But if we’re talking bout worst-case

Like Triangle Shirtwaist

Everybody’s gonna burst in flames, whoah

You and your crew

A bunch of lame dudes

That write the same flow

And sing the same tune

I’m bigger and I’m proper

I belong at the beginning

So if I was a letter

I’d be the uppercase you

When the DJ spins

The beat’ll start a Revolution

Well, you know

Pour me some of that jawn, Lenin

Vodka got me hammered and sick I’ll be

Slamming this liquor until I crash

Like the car they found Paul dead in

This rap’s about to make

The last two cypher tracks sound

Like practice rounds

They were pretty good at the time

But I was a different person then

From this craftless crowd

I expect the worst

Cause you hacks are all mad at how

I go against the current

To write impressive verses

While you less-than-perfects

Just flock to certain trends

Got them asking round

Have the refs determined if that’s allowed?

What’s with the excessive cursing?

Does he make his parents proud?

What’s 3st?

I’ve never even heard of them

I don’t toy with luck, so I’ll make this quick

Got a Royal Flush and I’mma Ace this shit

When I kill the King

And then steal the Queen

And then Jack the crown

With a perfect Ten

If you wanna come at me now

You’re gonna have to round up half the town

With pitchforks and lit torches

Sing an off-pitch chorus of «Kill The Beast»

And assemble a hand-picked force of

Basset hounds to track me down

Filthy plebeians see me as

A silly comedian like a sad clown

But when I fulfill the dream and fill the seats

I’ll ask who’s laughing now?