MASTAMIIND
Urban
[Verse]
Out the dirt, asserted when I spit these verses
Flipping birds, drinking Sprite, and smoking herb
Tell nerds to run along, so I can give their mom
My rock type Pokemon card, ding dong ditch
My dick, I think I'm sickened, I ain't mislead
I'm just not fed, these rappers put me ass to bed
So instead of eating a beat
I'm falling deceased like necrophilia beast
At just me, my flow is decent, and recently my bars
Have been weak, like 7 little n***as wanting to go against me

[Verse 2]
I'm blastphamous, bastardized asshole, with no two fucks
For ya passions, and you say you a rapper, but you
A has been, stop blasting it, like "stop the beat
This kid wants to diss every rapper in 2018
And say they all suck giant *cock*"
Bitch, give the mic to me, I'm massacring faggots
You can't compare to my madness, I put the game
For them to not reach, they fall short, from the tall n***as
Wrath, you can't manage what you can't understand
You n***as pick up my pen, and write gibberish
I write a motherfucking anthem for the black panthers

[Verse 3]
A lunatic, putting crucifixes near ya pool again
Sticking broomsticks in, the human computer
Neuter producers to kill beats for my humor
You fools, should really second guess if your new to this
Cause I'm a school you in and screw the student's
In with reeds of a flute, and abuse and maneuver into there uterus
Call that damaging tutoring, that way that I'm soothing it
I'm too good, you n***as losers, I leave you like Kanye
In 2002, and it's brutal, can't switch up the panorama
Got you shaking like a tambourine, and with the flow I bring
You can't eat it, beat it, treat it, keep it, mute it
Or defeat it, you small like a fetus, lock down flow
And you key less, urban n***a, not defeated, done