MCs Get Fucked Up

Mind Fuckin Bender writes Wild Style Adventures
more epic than the never ending battle of God and the Devil
they better believe I am the fresher MC
because I'll fall off onto a higher level than they'll ever achieve
my wackest rhyme could still crack and collapse your spine
in half the time it takes the bartender to pour my victory glass of wine
poisonous vocalist turns the cipher into a slaughter
somewhere in Toronto, Oliver is pouring out a little water
like your career isn't even worth a drop of alcohol
and my attention automatically shuts off the second you're about to talk
your mouth and jaw never said anything valuable
at the end of a thousand thoughts
mad thugs be bankrupt with no common sense
hip hop zombies needing resurrection cause they're walking dead
so I'm spitting ignorance killing lyricism that disciplines them worse
than anything their father said
man, stand in the corner, shut the fuck up, smile and nod your head!

DON'T EVEN TRY TO FUCK WITH ME
MCs GET FUCKED UP
DON'T EVEN TRY TO FUCK WITH ME
MCs GET FUCKED UP
DON'T EVEN TRY TO FUCK WITH ME
MCs GET FUCKED UP
YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

these MCs can't fuck around like genitals got cut off for rape
dickheads got no balls like a female hockey game
creating original rap is nearly a criminal act to the ignorant mass
FUCK THAT!
i'll innovate in your face and eliminate a critic's hate
they rush to touch what I flush in my toilet, they say my shit is great!
one by one I stomp fools like I'm Ricoshay aka Shawn Boothe
as we drop jewels of raw truth
like how these asswipes expose their backsides for money
call it toilet paper
these shit for brains quickly aim for instant fame
when their oral vocals are sounding sorta anal
honestly, you can't rock a crowd cause you're talking loud with potty mouth
I'm cracking up like back alley comedy night hosted by Bobby Brown
Whitney Houston, we have a problem
drug binge with husband or screaming diva your only two options
what? you didn't think R&B singers didn't get fucked up too?
headliners become flatliners when they find too much drugs in you
what do you need to feel the rugged groove?
rum and coke, and 'caine and dust and shrooms
get fucked up by savages that eat you in chunks stuffed in sandwiches
talented in handling an ugly situation
like the birth of another wack MC in the hip hop nation

DON'T EVEN TRY TO FUCK WITH ME
MCs GET FUCKED UP
DON'T EVEN TRY TO FUCK WITH ME
MCs GET FUCKED UP
DON'T EVEN TRY TO FUCK WITH ME
MCs GET FUCKED UP
YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

My mother never raised me to tell someone 'shut up'
but even she'd want to slap silence into a lot of these rappers and have they tongues cut
snitches killing love and trust like twelve punk thugs caught in a drug bust
they musta grown up unloved
well, life's a b!tch and I'm her pimp
her vagina is divine existence, with twisted thinking like a religious scientist
the rhymes I spit are saliva missiles, invisible but violent when the rhythm is colliding with you
giving spinal injuries, banging so hard it causes migraine headaches
can't stand up straight the next day, plus now you need a neckbrace
strickly snappin' chests in half, while resurrecting freshness
and delaying the death of rap
overlord almighty with the liquid sword and scripture as it was written in pen and pad
to them that's wack, you're dead air
hollow pointless talk stops
you might as well go dance with the devil,
cause your arms are too short to shadowbox with God's Son on raw drums
that just dropped the atomic bomb on every motherfucking garbage song...
WHAT?!

DON'T EVEN TRY TO FUCK WITH ME
MCs GET FUCKED UP