Venom

[ADLIB-INTRO]
Aiyo' it's getting kind of crazy right now, man
These cats really think they could take me out
But I body rappers, man; I'm a beast
And you know it don't stop

[HOOK:]
Don't stop! (Stop!) Stop! (Stop!)
Spitting with that venom
'Till they drop! (Drop!) Drop! (Drop!)
Hitting them with everything
You got! (Got!) Got! (Got!)
Got skills? Show them
How you rock! (Rock!) Rock!
Don't stop! (Stop!) Stop!

[VERSE 1:]
Don't. . . Move!
Check it the who's who
Of wrecking get too bruised
To recognize who's who
You step-up and you lose
Everything!
Your crew, troops, and weaponry!
No truce; choose second-string!
Two moves left to check your king! (Come on!)
Mate! Slay them quick as they come
Weight of my kick is a ton
Strength at the tip of my tongue's- Bayonet!
Sharpen for carving these diamonds
Talk with a awkward alignment
Sparked from an awful assignment
They're calling it rhyming. (Nah.)
But I'm call it war. (War.)
And I'm call for more. (More.)
As I sharpen my sword. (Sword.)
Watch them fall to the floor. (Floor.)
From a crawl to corpse;
Battling, part of my soul;
Shattering, thoughts of a course of:
Action, that calls for withdrawal
The flow ain't letting you go and
So ain't the heads that I roll with
Don't get ahead of you bro or
You'll be the head that is rolling!
Mic check. Time's up. Next defendant:
Get them primed up for dying;
Line 'em up, line 'em up

[HOOK:]
[x2]

[VERSE 2:]
Yo my syllable sickness killing folk
Quick with no witness
Skillfully spit with a liquid flow
Take a sip and then tip the pro!
Ain't a typical pen the can penetrate;
Mental and physical;
Dental or ventricle;
Permanent / Temporal;
Cursed with a blessed flow!
(Yo, yo, yo, yo-) Ain't no slowing or stopping
Stalling or pausing
To catch your breath
You'll catch your death
By the boulder you're dropping
Over the top with my underground style
Plunder abundance of clowns
Rowdiest crowds try to jump at my crown. (Nope!)
But I'm hunting them down
And I'm cutting them down
Getting bludgeoned by sounds
Just a stump where they're found
Ain't no chumps in my pound
Just some ravenous wolves
Battered and bruised, animals
That are known for damaging fools!
Cannibalistic nature!
Savages spitting danger!
Cats on trip a to take us?
Pack them to meet their maker!
So mic check. Time's up. Next defendant:
Get them primed up for dying;
Line 'em up, line 'em up

[HOOK:]
[x2]

[ADLIB-OUTRO]
See the difference between them and me
Is I'm a real emcee
I was born for battling
I was bred for this, man
So I tell you what; keep lining 'em up
And lining 'em up
And I'll keep knocking them down
That's right man
MuzeONE! Scribbling Idiots!
And we're out