Deadly Class - Meyhem Lauren, CZARFACE

It’s that Czarface shit

Murderous wordplay

My verbs slay

Ya heard me?

Yo, yo, let’s go

More rings the Mario Elie, rocking the Pelle

On Bond Street, ordering salmon only the belly

Peace to Toro, all my niggas wore 'lo

Fuckin' with raw blow, never go to war slow

Shit, I’m know for rocking silk collectibles

Hardcore gutter, my style straight out of vestibules

Now we at festivals throwing the crowd vegetables

Looking fly on stage grabbing my testicles

Four color camo, full clip don’t need ammo

Shooting with a broken strap like a ripped sandal

Cop whips and crash ‘em, pop guns and blast ‘em

Make cracks and stash ‘em, come through and splash ‘em

Nigga acting wild is my style, it’s all fashion

Non-biodegradable team, we all-lasting

Used to get home sick, now I’m getting sick of home

So I breeze OT, getting some different dome

I’m lights out sorta like closing time

I’ll body your soul and leave you with an open mind

Skywalker with the force, call me Czar Fonz

Going and blowing from the start like car bombs

Rubber grips on the cordless, applaud this

Girls behaving badly, I call Lucy Lawless

I’m on it, broadcast live from Ground Zero

Culture savior, label the town hero

Yeah your boys lost from the coin toss

Know the slogan, can’t beat ‘em better join force

In the ‘hood like shitty apartments

Hate me now on some Diddy and Nas shit

City of God shit, mobbin', fedoras and cigars lit

Face-czar, lock the block like a cal roarin'

You talk about green son, I’m Hal Jordan

I got money in my jeans, killer in my blood

With shit like this yo I kill it like I peel a slug

Rappers wanna feed off my buzz, I don’t need all them hugs

You my dog right?

Eat off them rugs

I made G’s off a thug shit even though I’m a grown man

Walk around holding hand of my son shit

You can’t spit that pun shit without having to punch shit

We run shit, murder with words not on some gun shit

I’m low down dirty and deceitful

Landlord kick me out the crib said his residence was evil

My face don’t deserve to be sketched on an easel

It belongs on a mountain next to legendary people

I’m lethal, Czarface someone that the cops avoid

Been killing y’all since Nick Fury was a caucazoid

Mind’s brilliant but it’s twisted like the thoughts of Freud

'Lo'd out, kiss the canvas like you box with Floyd

I body rappers automatically

And leave ‘em deader than my iPhone battery

«Got to get to someplace where I can plug in my extension cord and recharge.»

«An electrical outlet.

Can he find one in time?»