Death of Audacity

[ Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj ]
Ego the size of a hip-hop hippopotamus
Hip hop's anonymous and i'm Satan with horns comparable to a rhinoceros
Bull in a china shop, Pandemonium ensues
Nalyd Ecitsuj's nothing but daddy issues and singing the blues
Singing like he can,thinking he has fans
Damn the next bitch who breaks my heart in half
Is getting burnt with lighter fluid
Im emptying the whole can on em'
Im gonna bury em' in the back of the woods and then dance on em'
Swing with the shovel i buried you with
Shut the fuck up bitch before i slap you with the same hand i thought about marrying you with
What's the difference between a knife and a woman
A knife actually has a point in this argument
Enough of the sappy lovey dovey shit
I had endless fucks but im done with it
There all up spent
And whichever car you in, im smashing the fucking windshield in
Louisville slugger wrapped in barbed wire
But when you're Nalyd you are a god that can acquire
The ability to make a cunt hair burst to fire looking like Richard Pryor
Molly scissoring Mary getting the arousal higher
You need to hire the dead corpse of Johnny Cash in a ball of fire
Jerkin' off Quagmire wearing Henry Rollins attire
Screaming at me calling me a liar!
If you had an ounce of desire
You'd listen to Rated Ex and admire
What a lyricists
What year is this
Sixty-three tracks since last April
Yeah bitch I did and there all hateful
Nothing short of a massacre
My life is back-a-wards
My name and what influences my laugh-a-ter
And the one who laughs last, laughs best
This isn't kinky foreplay I'm giggling as a test
Dilapidated dick, Horror images are the shit
I fap to it
Masturbated, if you don't give me head then you're gonna get decapitated

[Hook]
You better change what comes out your speaker
You better change,change,cha change change
You better change what comes out your speaker
Nalyd E,Nalyd E
Death Of Audacity!

HERES JOHNNY! (It's Nalyd actually)
[ Verse 2: Nalyd Ecitsuj ]
Why am i here
It's the lyricists you fear hanging off the chandelier
Do you know how sick we are of you dear
You make me want to do cocaine of a vertical mirror
Known for the fire
Most likely the rapper that all these other rappers admire
Because im skilled when it comes to killing audio sound bytes
I hate likes
If I hate Charlie Sheen then fuck it I'll tag team 1 on 2
Say I hate John Cryer
I mean it
CLD shrinkage
Just like the thought of putting my genitalia in a dryer
Two and Half Men multiplied by the
Fifteen hundred and eighteen bazookas that I'll supply a
Bitch who tries to step to me
I fucking dare you
I went to Halloween as spiderman
That means I'll fucking scare you
18 years old and more twisted and wicked and demented as a wild fire of words
From Kanye's mouth shut closed through the wire
I'll try to open it up with my neighbors hammer
A crescent wrench with a crowbar
Oh look i found a pair of pliers that I just dunked in a hot tub of french fried friers
Yank out the red wire
I can't set the bar any higher
You'll never get this mixtape
Other rappers is begin me to retire
I ain't even started get out of my fucking way
They keep asking where is Plan Eh
I just want head bae
Jorge to his Vince Downey
I can't make it now anyway god rest the soul of audacity
I'm nine hundred and ninety nine days away from giving another fuck for another fifteen hundred and eighteen thousand days
Trailer trashy nasty
Clashing with this ass I'm smashing
Casually reading maxim magazine beating it
Til' my dick gets rashy..and her voice gets raspy
Ugh!!! Nalyd you should have asked me
I don't pump the breaks
I just go til' it breaks
Ride it out like a garbage bag on a snowy winter day
Don't even say bye? okay I'll just wave and
Wait no way
I got shit to do today
Like clean your shit off my dick poopy bitch
Thanks a lot for the itchy dick
Now I gotta wipe it off on your clit

[Hook]
You better change what comes out your speaker
You better change,change,cha change change
You better change what comes out your speaker
Nalyd E,Nalyd E
Death Of Audacity!