Rap Terminators - Esoteric, Effect & Dang., Celph Titled

One two uh, yeah yo yo

People Here I am and here I am people

When I’m on this mic I say what has to be said

I’m lethal, rap terminator, terminal

You don’t even piss at a urinal

You don’t even piss standing vertical

Talking that man up clam up

You could point a nine at the crowd and never get the fans hands up

So what you talkin bout?

Packin' a cannon common man

You must carry bags for

As sick as i am I wouldn’t wish the worst on my most pirating fan

I get biz like Milk Dee and Giz

Put in work like

Hide your motherfucking kids

You nerds soft

I know you sit at home and jerk off

To Rick Ross with his shirt off

That’s disgusting

First off,

You don’t wanna flow with this

You got a Steve Perry heart with that foolish shit

Your rhymes are old and dusty

You wanna pointblank homeboy you’re rusty

You wanna rap?

Your rhymes are old and dusty

You wanna pointblank homeboy you’re rusty

You wanna rap?

Your rhymes are old and dusty

You wanna pointblank homeboy you’re rusty

You wanna rap?

It’s just I’m a rap gator

You wanna rap against me I’m a rap terminator

Terminator terminator teminator

It was Effect temptin' kid with an illest flow

Drinks from record first solo

Kill rapper just so see the news at one

See the family search, for they wack ass son

Shit’s done B on or off the beat

How would it look if I was acted like you were fuckin with me?

Cause honestly that shit don’t shit well with me

So eat shit like the centerpiece human centipide

Ask youself «What's beef?»

And you soon shall see

If you motherfuckers don’t spell Effect with an E

Fuckin' A what’s the deal with these kids these days?

So quick to grab a mic and get smashed in the face

Leave you toothless

And show yous Eazy-E was ruthless

You’re like a GPS in Boston

Fucking useless

Biatches got thirty seconds

Twenty dollar sack pyramid

And this motherfucker starts guessin'

I’m the next rap legend to be

And when I make it up to heaven I’ll be chargin 2Pac for sixteens

I make music for moshpit participants

Compared to a-body from Chino XL to Eminem

Uh

I a synonym for pure vagrance

Paganism and Hatred

Tax you gayfers with high interest rate payments

Yeah

Rotten flesh the new demigodz fragrance

Cologne all powerful I came from a shark’s womb!

The rawest killer to blaze these mic’s kid

Leave you with a Forest Whitaker lazy eyelid

And I did swear at a bitch

Abuse you and inherit the shit

And is foul like asparagus piss

I should let you suffer

When i confront you, you reply with a Max Headroom stutter

Want guns pointed at your whole crew?

Then smack DVD’s on every TV in the best-buy show room