Brutal Blue

[Verse 1: Wildcard]
Yeah
I'm an enemy to many and a friend of sinners
And all my energy I'm sending will just end beginners
And now they all pissed off that I'm ahead
But of course I'll win transgender swimmers
Got a girl everybody wanna shoot they shot
And yo this woman right here is my exclusive twat
And now I make her body twist like an illusive plot
I go in and out her head like and an intrusive thought
And shoot I came into the game with illusive rap flow
The rhythm that I got got bazooka blast flow
And everybody want it and I'm comin' through so haunted
That my ex girl left I seduce her back though
Celebrities on drugs and they shootin' smack though
And when they come down they abusive ass holes
And all these actors on heroin a bunch of stars on H like the Houston Astros
I played a scout bar out in Houston Texas
And get a southern belle who was loose and reckless
I find a sweet girl I can cruise the west with
And smash in her lips like abusive sexists
A suicide king and you on the face card
And half these little mother fuckers don't wanna face card
A bunch of rappers on the internet but everybody wanna play me like the race card
And back in my day we would smoke the blunt purp
But now a days kids need more than one perc'
I rap in the dark like my whole ass tongue's cursed
And get her on her knees like she's doing grunt work
Caucasion in me always lacin' the weed
And I'm breakin' you free better pray and believe
And your baby's a patriot taking a knee
Like psych ward meds how I stay in her cheeks
And I still hope that I'm overnight success
And I'm a ghost with the flow poltergeist the west
And now I froze all the foes spoke with icy breath
And with a flow so dope cold as icy meth
And shit I'm spittin' out jewels I'mma share some diamonds
With a trauma so bad it'll tear your mind up
From southern California to the Carolinas
With a dick so big it'll scare vaginas yo

[Skit: Cara Matlock]
Really Phil? It's so big that it'll scare vaginas?
You know you got like a standard 7 my guy

{Skit Continued: Mark Wahlberg from Boogie Nights Sampled]
I wann f**k! It's my big dick. So everybody get ready to f**kin now!

[Verse 2: B-Guy Griffin]
What I spit's real but yo's we can't feel it
It lacks feelin' even though your whole tracks filler
But even the bonus tracks Phil and I
Flow and rap ill and more dope than a global crack dealer
Give a whore a scope she a zodiac killer
I'm gettin' more throat than the homie Dracula
Caught up in my web like I'm a tarantula
And I make her legs spread like a tv antenna
I'm hit a lick I don't need a bandanna
Step in this bitch like I'm Tony Soprano
I'm white and I'm dope as the coke on the counter
At Tony Montana's
The mic is my Hatori Hanzo catana
Cut though the drama
Cuttin' they neck like cuttin' a check
Collectin' a comma
In my head I got too many persona's
Just to be honest
Yo I don't know which one I let on the song cause
I took a shot straight to the head like Nirvana
And hit marijuana
I went unconscious and did what I wanted
Woke up to somebody's head in my closet
A beat soundin' like a Nintendo that's haunted
With C-Lance, Me and then Wildcard on it
High off the chronic
Sippin' some gin with the Lime and the Tonic
I can be toxic
I got intoxicated
I'm faded and finally lost it
Anyone I come across that's
Rhymin' but not sick
I'mma outline 'em in chalk quick
For the W, I don't take losses
The only thing that I tie is a hostage
I would be cautious
Try to insult us
You'll be a pile of sawdust
Our lyrical style is flawless
You know we wild and lawless
Dig in your pockets
Empty your wallets
My ego's bigger than Christopher Wallace
Before I finish this Twiggy said give 'em some knowledge
Well life is a b***h who lies about strippin' to get her through college
I wouldn't give up your dollars
Haha