Early Grave (1000 Black Coffins freestyle)

[Verse]
I smoke
Millions of spliffs, and it’s got me coughing. Yeah, I’m
Ill when I spit, but that’s not important. You need
To chill with the lip and stop the talking ‘cause I’m
Still in this bitch like a botched abortion
A sublime writer, I shine brighter when it gets dark
Embrace the reaper, the pace-keeper in a death march
Get it right, tryna breathe a breath of life into this dead art
So let’s start before I lose my head like Ned Stark
How yo stupid ass gonna know when I get smart?
You’re some gassed-up pieces of shit, bunch of wet farts
Ill fuck your bitch, leave her pussy with stretch marks, then make
Her blow me in the morning—now that’s what I call a head start
The best part: you making threats claiming you spraying TECs
And breaking necks like you’re fucking hard. Trust me, god, I ain’t impressed
Y’all got gay Tourette’s ‘cause everything you say
Is about as straight as the Greek monks who invented anal sex
Save your breath. My dirty mouth is rated X, so you can
Be certain even my clean version would make a mess
This game about as truthful as the blame on Dave Koresh
But when I get, there it’s a breath of fresh air like Nasonex
‘Cause every minute, mental midgets will misdirect ya—that’s why
Y’all are lost, falling off like the limbs of lepers, y’all
Got it twisted. This isn’t a business venture
It’s about being the illest ever, proving no one did it better
So fuck your ice like a kid sick of the winter weather
I find a simple pleasure in the middle finger gesture
I’ve been a jester, but if I’m gonna disrespect ya
Got a Winchester to open up your chest like a hidden treasure
I know the ramifications that violence brings
But I’m here to fight the tyrant king, and trust me, homie, I will swing
Ain’t happy with this game, so you’ll never see me smiling
‘Cause I got reservations like natives at a Buffalo Wild Wings
‘Cause, every day, there’s a different trend, so I came
Quicker than minutemen and spit a gem so this shit will end
In each bar, I rep DR like I’m Dominican
So every verse, I got some rabid Rabbits screaming, “Finish them”
I drop crews. Fuck your diamonds—I got jewels. Here to
Stop your pop trend when I drop gems like Bob Yule
I will not lose, it was preordained by God’s rules
So come try it, battles are one-sided like Fox News
Charge into the scuffle and leave with scarred knuckles. You give
A bad name to the art like Art Garfunkel
You clowns think you hard ‘til I let out a hard chuckle, rose
Out of the charred rubble to put a hole through your large bubble
I knock son out with a slo-mo slap and have him
Passing out quicker than some promo wax
Fucking up the game when heads say them homo raps
So I’m un-Tamed like El Da Sensei’s solo tracks
And I came to slap ya, leave you with facial fractures
I don’t care if you an A-list actor or a famous rapper
Full of liquor, pull the trigger after I aim it at ya
Then climb Jacob’s Ladder straight out of a snake’s cadaver
My birth certificate was inscripted with ancient data, yours
Was inscripted with bitch shit, insignificant, aimless chatter
Shatter the foundation and shake the rafters, leave you
Slain in a great disaster if that’s the kind of fame you’re after
Made to smash ya, don’t matter if you show us love
You homo thugs sound like a bad overdub of Culture Club
I’ma shut it down ‘cause, whenever I open up
I dispense writtens that are verbal renditions of Noah’s flood
Overlord, I’ll never retreat when I go to war
I would swing a broken sword at these hopeful frauds’ vocal cords
You’ll get run through quicker than a local whore, I own
My Honda, so when I run you over, it’s on my own Accord
I like my rum red, I used to be a blunt head
Now heads call me blunt ‘cause I say the stuff that is unsaid
You making hollow points like you wrote your joints with gun lead
Believe it or not, they sleeping at the top like a bunk bed
Fucking legendary, screamed into your face ‘til my lungs bled
These fakes are unnecessary like the remake of Judge Dredd
Ain’t tryna pass the rock to me, they don’t want to see the love spread
‘Cause they know us small-timers will dunk it on their head like Spud Webb
With the desire of Dr. King’s speechwriter, teaching
Each cypher I plan to reach higher before I retire
I’ve had enough of these liars, didn’t
Master the craft, you’re a flash in a pan like a grease fire
We’re dealing with children, so give them a gold star
These fucking lames are underage—why you think they got no bars?
Tooting their own horn like the sounding of the chauffeur
But y’all should know it ain’t that hard to blow when you blowhard
You a ho, god. So what? You got a show car?
But you about two years removed from cruising in a go-kart
Who are y’all joking? Get your jaw broken with a crowbar
Have you speaking through The Wire like Kanye quoting Omar
Fuck raising the bar, I’ll bench press your leader
The best yet, so when I catch wreck, you can expect a heater
I’ll stick it in a ho’s ass and death-threat her beaver
So they say I got no class like an excess teacher, but
Don’t try to school me. I’m a fast learner
Y’all some actors surrounded by more garbage rappers than a trash worker
Going after my masters like Nat Turner with a black burner
Kill a priest while he’s preaching and call that shit mass murder
Hip-Hop is socially disordered like Asperger’s, you little
Terrors/Teras can bite/byte, whatever I write will crash servers, you
Behind your computer, thinking that I can’t hurt ya ‘cause you
Hang with clowns who think they got beef, you the Hamburglar
I’ll turn you imposters into red sauce, now you dead
Ironic living embodiment of how the dead walk, my
Off-of-the-top would take the top of your head off
My freestyles defy logic, so they became a topic on TED Talks
We should be headlining, doing thirty shows in a month
We the godfathers. Instead, they got us opening up. Y’all
Must be smoking some dust. We like the intentions
Of a date rape sedative, we doper than fuck, yeah
I’m on one like the first of the year, working to clear
This Earth’s surface of these purposeless queers, I’m
Confirming your fears. The Mayans weren’t wrong, they just
Miscalculated when this verse would appear. Here to
Murk your illest verse with only a minute’s work, you little
Dicks are introverts, we’d see your pussy if I lift your skirt
And I’m the illest thing that ever hit this Earth, I’ll make
The most interesting man in the world carry my bitch’s purse
I’m swinging first, and then I’m stomping intruders, somebody
Let the monster in, you ain’t stopping him, junior
Hip-Hop is toppling, you should have got me in sooner ‘cause lacking
Common Sense is now Common like Lonnie Lynn Jr
I will not be in rumors, I don’t need your fake props. You’re rookies
A bunch of pure pussies like some shaved twat
Lying bitches defying physics, tryna occupy the same spot
So I’ma bury every one of y’all in the same grave plot

[Outro]
“First take a big step back and literally FUCK YOUR OWN FACE!! I will rain down in a Godly fucking firestorm upon you! You’re gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you! I’m talking scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I will fuck you up!”