Horrible

M.V.L.L. (ft. Roy Rukkus and A.B.) - “Horrible”
[Emcee(s): Roy Rukkus and A.B.]
[Producer(s): Will Tell]

[Verse 1: A.B. and (Roy Rukkus)]
(Here’s how it is:) handle your biz. (Blast you and) dance with your kids
(Dismantle your ribs). Only a fraction of your crew’ll live
(Have you on the run like fugitives). You choose what it is:
(Life or death). I earn my stripes (and watch my steps)
Load up clips (and pop off TECs). Cops
Are not a threat. (I’ll play the check). There’s no regret
(I’ll flame your set) [?] (so pull)
(Your [?]) [?] (the king is wack)
Shoots cut no slack, ([?] this track)
You’ll play this back. (You claim it’s wack), a flaming axe
(A semi-auto MAC. Stop holding back)
(And blow your gat. Fake thug, close your track)
Again when I flash the trees in the stash. I breeze
When I pass [?] and blast [?] to clash
Irritating like rash. I’ll open your ass. (I’m quick, so I’m fast)
Let’s see if you last. (Don’t forget me from my past)
Enter with me, (I’ll dead an emcee). Psycho it is
(The life I live). The type to give, I’ll move and blur
The pain occurs when I stain a curb with
Your brain superb. Feel jacks, you heard? That’s my word
I’ll splat with verbs, (keep fat packs of herbs)
And bags of words, (slash the perv) and slap the nerd
Beat him down and seek in ground, creep, sweep
But sound. (Move, you lose your crown). How foolish now
School this clown, receive [?], retrieve
A pound. You’re screaming, “Ow.” Your spleen goes “pow”

[Hook: A.B. and (Roy Rukkus)] (x4)
(Pardon you. May I ask why your heart is blue?)
Did I startle you? (M-V simply horrible)

[Verse 2: A.B.]
Can you be large? But you’re petty. [?] you ain’t ready
Charge with a machete, quickly dice your squad into confetti
Bombing heavy [?] in your heart to get me
[?] receive a [?] award. You can’t
Afford for face-drop. An open fist [?], leave you
Seeing so many stars, you could make a constellation
Quick to stomp your face and do ya with heavy Ruger
Knew ya, kill you in your dreams like Freddy Krueger
Without the troops, without shots loose, give you abuse
Shouting truth. Battling you is like battling
Dr. Seuss. Lightning shocking Zeus and burn him to a crisp
Got your bitch yearning for a kiss, dick turning to her lips
Murder enemies emerging from the pits of limper
Your clique been shook from more than ten crooks with a million hooks
That’ll peel the looks off your face, battle in fights
Holding your ice to an icepick, get it broken on spite
Niggas want to bite? Go ahead. I’m the prototype
Start sparking the light. [?] what your heart is like

[Verse 3: Roy Rukkus]
My heart is cold [?]
Like a supernova, got your troopers rooting for my soldiers
Only shooting boulders ‘cause I’m mountain-climbing. I’m running out
Of time, got to keep striving for that fountain of diamonds
My mens be telling me how you say: fuck courtesy, you’ll murder me
How you hurting me at the same time getting surgery?
Certainly, clitoris moved in with the pyramids
I’m serious. If only did God know who catch periods
I’m furious and I’ll strangle you in any manner. You’ll receive
A can of whoop-ass, change Stars like the Spangled Banner
Bringing anger, mangled you. Freaking insane, couldn’t be tamed
I’m the main artist, flame brain bigger than [?]
Rip you out of your fame. [?] get it on
Your name must be “Toilet” ‘cause you stay getting shitted on
That’s my word—it’s bond. Stomp from a starving zoo
Did I startle you? M-V simply horrible

[Hook: A.B. and (Roy Rukkus)] (x4)
(Pardon you. May I ask why your heart is blue?)
Did I startle you? (M-V simply horrible)