Retarded Party

Brooklyn Academy (ft. Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor) ft. War Bixby and M.V.L.L. (ft. Cron Hypnostein, Chubbs, and Ces) - “Retarded Party”
[Emcee(s): War Bixby, Cron Hypnostein, Chubbs, Ces, and Mr. Metaphor]
[Producer(s): Block McCloud]
[Hook: Block McCloud]

[Verse 1: War Bixby]
Supercalifragilisticexpialisuckthis
I’ll still get bitches even though my face busted
Melt in my clutches while I smoke Dutches
Big-boned broads get broke down in crutches
I’m fucking disgusting, eat your gingerbread muffin
Break before morning so your husband know nothing
Hop in the whip with my horny-ass clique
Looking for a pussy soufflé that need a lot of dick
Yo, I’m sick with a six and get nice with a keg
I’m sick, need a med. An insect need a prey
Mommy give me head like she was fucking breastfed
And she make more faces than a mouth of Lemonheads
War B-I-X-B-Y stay high
Like FBI agents smoking out the Enterprise
You better realize you fucking with a wise guy
With a dick about the size of Oprah’s left thigh

[Verse 2: Cron Hypnostein]
Yo, what can you, what can you stop? If you ain’t
Got the heart to hang and kill the charts
It’s real from far (What?). And real if you want
To get up close and personal. I never heard of you
My man, to get change, you wanna murder who?
Absurd talk, now it’s overdue. About time
My splurging you enlighten a part of you
Paramedics repeat it but it’s horrible
Closed casket in the streets is a part of you
Forensics analyze the particles
Scar and Jafar recruit them new recruits
Gon’ bounce in a few ‘cause I do
What I do well. Fuck who sell
‘Member the clique: M-V-shot-two-L’s

[Verse 3: Chubbs]
I’m the new nigga and you’s the old folk and
You is the type to get your nose broken
You is the type to get your throat choked ‘cause
You is the type to talk shit and don’t know that
We is the type to raise a straight spaz and
These razor blades in your ass and
Put your body frame in a cast and
Make ‘em disappear and then claim that I don’t have ‘em
You can’t get away. Let’s just grab him
Beat him ‘til his limbs and back and neck spasms
Put his head between two cars and just crash ‘em
Have his whole family asking, “What happened?”

[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2)
Skemers is feeders. Believe us
Preachers can’t reach us with Jesus
We trust God but it’s the cheese feed us
So we remain liars, stealers, and cheaters

[Verse 4: Ces]
Fuck around, Scar your Face like Al Pacino
Now bitch niggas want to be pals with Chino
But they know the shit I spit is meaner, make ‘em disappear
Like [?] with Sabrina
Giving dick to some chick named Trina with a spliff
In a whip that’s greener. Back strip make your windows steam up
Respect my style. Never bow down
Box ‘til my knuckles bloody, got a foul mouth
Like my tongue is money. Might just wile out
And ox your understudy. For those thinking
It’s a joke, ain’t nothing funny. Mez’ll get that ass
Poked, left somewhere buried. Got a nigga
Losing hope, like, quick, in a hurry. Put a noose around
His throat, locked up in a cubby. Have him leaned over
Bowtied up to a Chevy. When we on the mic
We just keep it straight gully

[Verse 5: Mr. Metaphor]
Yo, I’ma blow these words out my lungs
Watch how I throw these birds out my funds
I’m about to be out, out on the run
And I’m taking the south route towards the Sun
Stay blazing on through the hazy dawn
I’ll blame the world—you made me wrong
I’m always high as fuck. You see me
On the couch in the studio, lines spit up
I’m overdosing, rollercoasting
Forward motion. Flowing oceans rose the potion
Losing patience, rules we breaking
Fools we shaking, emcees we mutilating
I can’t sleep just like the roof be shaking
Nightmares at night ‘cause the truth be breaking
I want to move the nation to a new location
I’m fucking stuck here, hallucinating
And I’ma close my eyes and follow the light
Sharpen the blade and swallow the knife
Open my heart and pour out my life
Black out to the sounds of the organ pipes

[Hook: Block McCloud] (x2)
Skemers is feeders. Believe us
Preachers can’t reach us with Jesus
We trust God but it’s the cheese feed us
So we remain liars, stealers, and cheaters