Cypha
 

heart colder than north dakota
warrior trained by norse and yoda
corpse exploder, caustic yoga
rap cobra slash stephen colbert
going covert in ya bitches yogurt
sickly pervert, a spicced up joe dirt
I'm oscar the grouch on top of ya couch
jack daniels washing my mouth, fuck u about?
large substance amounts stuffed in my house
adjusting my clout, this just in
breaking news fuck u im out

I'm hotter than the sun and I'll defeat you quick
not talking win and loose, I mean chopping off your feet...you bitch
I'm sick like an AIDS patient, who want war
leave you layed out like I spilled chips on the floor
you's a target, send I'll send suttin sharp at you like darts
I got the toaster and I aint afraid to pop it like tarts

I bear arms that'll have you living endangered
the tec's is Yogi, pop ya fitted, splitting ya Rangers
a basket case equipped with a laser & long range scope
bought if off eBay, late registration, live by Kanye code
you swift with the mic, I'm gonna stop you right there
you pussy's dream, my flow causing aquatic night terrors
drowning them quicker than a fat man with cramps..
sitting in a tube & spinning over cause he fell on his back

I'll body you bastards... The felon is back,
Thomas the Tank since I'm never off track.
Forever ready to blast and I'm sick of ur bull
I wouldn't bury the hatchet even within your skull.
You bitches are culpable to taste my dick and then die
Your lyrics are Muller Lite. Some fruity shit on the side.