Marsten House Verse

Ye ye Tab One, Tab One, whaddup whaddup shout out to all the PA fam, get busy Marsten House shout to every fucking rapper in the house let's just burn this fucking mic down know what I'm saying

I think I'm owed a stipend for the stifling shit I'm writing
Rifling through what you reciting with a rifle up to your hype men
I'm liking being a lycan, you won't like this light skinned Titan
Enlighten you with lightning stick your tribesmen with a trident
Go on try it, I'm James Bond holding the golden gun plus Wu Tang, Liu Kang, and Bruce Wayne all rolled in one
Your run is over, you about to be overrun
Ya I know your claims, how you gonna control the game with broken thumbs
Poking fun at this faggot scene, not too much we haven't seen
For the cash and cream, take it in the asshole, no Vaseline
Your whole image is purely a massive scheme
You say shit that's basic can't be cured with Dramamine
I mean you sold your soul to be a millionaire
And it look like you purchased most of your wardrobe from Build a Bear
Smoking mad krill thinking your skills compare
You a reminiscent of a dying man's will, you ill prepared
Already sinking, decapitating every king man
When burning and heavy drinking turns into machete swinging
Trying to define how I manifest this deadly thinking
So you can copy my recipe for success, you Jesse Pinkman
It's perjury these verbal murder sprees you learn from me
I fathered your style go and check the paternity
I certainly burn emcees assertively in living color like the Wayans brothers impersonating Vernon Reid
Discernibly you're only lusting for cream
That's why the topic of discussion is how I'm crushing your team
I'm just obscene like nothing you've seen up in the scene
All listening call me symbian, I'm a fucking machine
Trying to touch a screen no stylus, But I got no stylist
Just a whole lot of soul and Coal as a co-pilot
I unload some ultraviolet that's so vibrant
It would trap your soul inside it before you close both eyelids
Inscribed on old papyrus in cuneiform
Using a horn of a unicorn to tell of a mythical beast, In human form
You've been warned don't matter who performs
I'm a mixture of a super storm, a fusion bomb, and Kublai Khan
You done cross the Rubicon, not smart
You'll leave with combat scars in a compact car couldn't Dodge Darts
Claiming that you too real, and you got heart, like you ill
But you fruit filled you little Pop Tart
I pop lead at serpents til they drop dead for certain
This Sermon is prophetic cuz, God said it's working
I don't discriminate just got a hot head that's burning
So you need to fix your face like a cosmetic surgeon
A lot's been determined that you vermin just can't grasp
Made the mad dash left foot prints in the clans that I ran past
You on your knees blowing, hoeing for that fast cash
And you know better, that's why you pros era no Joey Badass
You stay confused, been a crazy dude since '82
Back when my mom hid anti-psychotics in my baby food
Paul George hauled off of a ball court it's breaking news
A Youtube page, don't equate to paying dues
Been slaying crews leaving scorched earth and burnt sand
When I need to fight I lead with my right, you'll learn first hand
Without a doubt you'll get earth slammed
Hip-Hop needs a mouth to mouth, I ain't talking Weezy and Birdman
Word fam you looking for the rawest yet then we gotcha
Getting these bars of my chest, I don't need spotters
Torture rack ya, I don't let the heat pop you
I slaughter rappers cuz my thoughts are blacker than Tariq Trotter
So run brother before we come to confront ya
And hock some lung butter on you scum sucking chump busters
And you will uncover that I'm like that mushroom from Mario Brothers the way I one up ya

Tabs One