Fake MC's-Killah Priest

Fake MC's - Killah Priest Intro: They got a problem now Knowimsayin? too many corny rappers... Knowimsayin? pretenders, knowimsayin? Chorus: {2x} Theres too many phony mcs out there this year Ya best to beware Ive burnt thousands already So get ready, lyrics are deadly Verse one: Niggaz keep frontin, aint saying nuthin Killah priest remains calm, yet carry on Go ahead sing your song, claim you have the dons Rap superstars look cute with your cigars *****es like that, where your mics at Bite me I bite back, plus I break backs ***** you, you can sue me, from yours truly When niggaz sound booty Theres too many rappers in the east wanna be gangsters Too many gangsters in the west wanna be rappers Bunch of actors, I ought to smack ya, whos your master Sit down take a lesson, stop guessin For years I had, show your mad face And only showed bad taste Runnin around like your delirious Foamin from the mouth like youre furious Id rather be serious, it keeps the audience curious These fantasies is nothin but your fantasies It might cause casualties Hollywood is not your neighborhood And if it is, give the mic to nappy woods And yall can be all to be the wizard The wonderful wizard of oz, which are the a & rs And you a toto doing promos, along with the scarecrow You receive no dough Chorus: {2x} Verse two: I lay in the cut, like a rock star Looking at ya ca ca, cuz your music sound lop-side They sound tounge tied, butch of young guys, have em hung high Watched his lungs fry, from the sunshine Which is one rhyme generating from the mind Killah priest now late, I terminate Burn and break, and intimidate I come cold as when the winter break I put it into snakes, pretenders and fakes Shake, like the earthquakes, I judge wisely Between two pillars of poison ivy For those that despise me, attach em to the i.v. Your pops shouldve bust you on the couch Or sent you down the mouth Next time where a condom, when I step upon them I make emcees memories, whenever theres a symphony I look sinfully, been doing this for centuries I write sh*t sick as shakespeare tripping off of acid Rolling you like john the baptist with the rusty hatchet I preach the word of God before I murder yall Swear I never heard of yall Chorus: {2.5x}