Massacre 2

[Verse 1: AceThaGoblin]

[Hook: MC Rice]

[Verse 2: LEECH]

[Hook: MC Rice]

[Verse 3: LuKey D]
This is a massacre
Leave 'em feeling blue, like an avatar
You can call it a firearm, when I put the pen in my hand
And fire shots at a caliber, when I battle ya
Round by round, no canister
I got more bars than a banister
Put your skills to the test cause I'm the examiner
Hook after hook, it's a takedown, no grappler
Sweep the floor with you like a mop, like a janitor
Got these snakes all shaken in a pit, like a rattler
It might rattle ya
Cause I rap from the heart and I flow like a vessel
When I grab the mic, it's just cardiovascular
I'mma fly high like a blue jay
While I sit at the top of your head, like toupee
Call me Leyd, that's L.E.Y.D
Cause I haven't even mentioned I'm repping the UK

[Verse 4: N-Frost]
It's a motherfucking massacre, bitch, you better sit and learn
Kill off everybody in the building, finna cap your nerves
Give me another reason not to commit double the columbines
I'm stickin' a pistol in this bitch and leavin' 'em bleeding at the curb
I take the victim bodies and I eat 'em up at lunch time
This is just a hobby that I'm doing when I crunch rhymes
Pumpin' a fuckin' shottie into their head, but sometimes
I don't really care, you better call me when I'm confined
The bodies in the ditch, I gotta shottie in a bitch
And I'm sicker than most of the rappers, who be talkin' up some shit
And I'm comin' and double and triple the killing, I'm fuckin' em up and choppin' em up
And stabbing a couple of people who be bitchin', havin' fits
They bring me down from Heaven and they sendin' me to Hell
They thought it was a punishment, they really cannot tell
Satan is my homie and we ringing the fuckin' bell
And no one can behold me, no one can damage my cells
Anybody wanna come and get em when I pull up on 'em and it's fight time
With the fine rhymes at the right time, I can spit it wicked on the time line
Murdering a briddle body, put 'em in a body bag at night time
With a semi automatic in the middle of the city at night time
Let me tell you a story about a bitch named Sara
She a crack whore, at the back door, suckin' dick for some Claratin
Hit her in the shins while the guy bust on her chin
Drink another fucker liter and a half ounce of gin
It's about fuckin' time that they called N-Frost
I been choppin' beats forever, neck is severed when I boss
Cause a bloody fucking mess like a used tampon
Pulling a lever, cut 'em up better, spit forever, never stop bitch

[Hook: MC Rice]