Lyrics Facts - Lord Lhus

Facts

They wanna test the iron fist, get hit, marked off the list
Slit ya wrist from the depressing impression that you could body shit
I’m highly lit, you sparked the wick now watch the bomb explode
Blow my load all over this rap comedy show
You a faggot though with cock on ya mind lately
You talk about my dick like you wanna mouth rape me
That’s great B and you in luck so grab the rubber
'Cause I never had herpies, I caught crabs from ya mother
Another stutter, you garbage but let the fans decide
Run and cry, looking for comfort like when ya father died
I’m down to ride to the bitter end
Ya wack friends feminine like odub biting Eminem
What’s the deal with them?
A no good spectacle
All of ya boys a bunch of metrosexuals
You’re hilarious, talking vexed though
You fell off like Necro, I’m better 'cause I said so
Let’s test flows, and keep the music hot
Who’s the top?
Lyrically testing you on the spot
And fuck New York, that’s the last place I’d wanna live
City kids die hungry and cold in the apocalypse
I’m rocking this out loud 'cause I’m right bruh
Ya girl been passed around like a blunt in the cypher
I know men that been inside of ya queen
While you dissing my ex that I dated at 17
That savage brothers shit is old news
You talking about some bitch we all fucked in high school
I’m 32, so why the fuck should I care now
Your girl look like pear with stick legs and a hairstyle
We there now, all you rappers are too proud
I’m too loud, fuck the opinions, let’s air it out
Without a doubt gotta call out y’all big mouths
Doubting the south when I keep it the most underground
Yo, Merkules, look like he need a medic
Obese sweatin' pathetic and now he want to be a skeptic
It’s getting hectic, can’t win the battle with connections
But cashing in hard with fat acceptance while breathless
It’s rarely said but ya raps sound like Special Ed
Looking like a dead pig balancing a baby’s head
Come around and catch some more scars
Or you, Sean and Snak can circle jerk inside a four star
And you could never ever damage the great
So how 'bout you keep that bullshit in Canada, eh?
And take a jog around the block kid
And let the men handle this, I’m not the one you wanna box with
Let’s reminisce I know you feeling this
Reef’s a lost cause with that wack subliminal diss
Some mythical hits, coming from a typical dick
His face legit, looking like his mouth took a shit
Bring it, garbage rapper no one play your CDs
That’s why Reef the biggest bum in A-O-T-P
You see me dodging rifles from vitals
Reef use to be nice but been wack since Vicious Cycle
Grab ya Bible, pray to God to make the disses stop
Or sit and watch and don’t get involved when I proceed to rock
Sean and Goons at the top of the list
But there so many other dick riders I wanna diss
On the blacklist since the clock hit 7:30
Now y’all promote wack rappers like Mr. Erbie
Sorry bro you’re a nice guy, don’t get me wrong
But I fucking hate every one of ya songs
The shit is wack and don’t belong to rap
Keep making cameos in videos homie and stay off of the tracks
Or bomb back but I doubt you could
I doubt you would, nothing you’ve released is good
It’s understood, so who next to catch the fallout
Sicknature, what up?
I’m calling you out
Without a doubt, there’s no comparison
Lord Lhus, beware of him taking out all you coward embarrassments
I been prepared for this waiting to start
Now it’s on like martial law, I’ll force a stake in your heart
And do my part to air out anyone I ever lent a hand
Turned their backs on me after calling me fam
Where my royalties?
Fuck that, where’s the loyalty
Keep all the money but you ain’t never destroying me
And Vinnie Paz I ain’t scared of ya
Set me up to get jumped and then assassinate my character
I never ran from America
Found a better place placed away from the hysteria
From Bulgaria out to North America
I’m like malaria, spreading the sickness across ya area