Genetic For Terror E

Yo. Yeah. Genetic for terror. Genetic for terror. All the niggas in the area. Genetic for terror. You know what I'm saying? Genetic for terror. It's All checks. Genetic for terror. That's war. Genetic for terror. Niggas can't fade Marley G, I don't give fuck. Genetic Keep Murray setting it off. Genetic for terror. Murph's gone. live on and on. Genetic for terror. Check this out. I'm talking to you niggas on the North, South, East and West. Fuck with Marley G and get A hole in your chest. I drop enthusiastic metaphoric type lines. The baddest nigga to ever come out the crib And rhyme. Rackets form brains in my deep Meditation. As I break they ass up like Abbreviations. I step to the microphone and shout it. Those who doubt it, can kiss my ass and Make a love song about it. I'm off the wall with every phrase that's said. I black the fuck out, hunting rappers like the Pumpkin Head. Coming from the deep side with Def Squad in the basement. My style's been on death Row like suicide patients. For 50 grand, start the illest level. With the sickest craft, I contact more skills than The Devil. Soon as Rock make the ingredients blend, I begin baking rappers in the oven like little Gingerbread Squad representing. It gets no rougher than this. Lyricist, kill a scene with the guillotine. Showing them execution rap styles on juveniles Across the border with alphabetical disorder. And slaughter, increase pain, insane, Deranged. Motherfucker blowing their brains on Different terrains. I take a fake-ass nigga and Choke his ass numb like multiple sclerosis, Blast. I be that funky psycho lyrical maniac of My location. You huffing and they puffing, Can never phase me. 'Cause I be countless as I get lifted, Pay-per-view. Read my title, hot damn, The funk is homicidal. Now who that looking at me? I ain't nobody. I'm just that little nigga who Be fucking up that party. I will snuff the DJ, my lifestyle is grim. And niggas get blasted in the mix like Slim, Check it. Genetic for terror. Genetic for terror. Genetic for terror. Genetic for terror. Genetic for terror. Genetic terror. motherfucker, represent. Don't ever cross, my style is rougher than up North. And I'll never take a loss, count, Stay on course. I be living off the raw Dog shit. Pop 'em more and more shit. A lot of MCs lost it. I'm here to terrorize the hardcore and the Underground. Nigga, spat down or you'll get smacked Down. On the real, this nigga's a motherfucking Trooper. I sleep with the Luka and blast at Intruders. I walk streets manic depressed. You can't fuck with my steps. I swing stab wounds to the chest and put Your ass in deep checks. So who wanna try to see Bleek from the Doom Def Squad? Leave niggas resting in peace like A motherfucking graveyard. I split your cranium, take your bullshit agenda. Twist your head off like Dr. Mindbender. Who's the suspects? Dressed in black, Bleek and the Doom down for Whatever, bringing genetic for terror. Before I even fix my lip to speak, you Know what I'ma say. Something freaky with much Wordplay. I walk the face of this Earth. Playing punk pussy motherfuckers out for what it's Worth. Buck wild like juveniles done blew trial. Locking up with rappers, Roman Freako wrestling Style. Plus, there's no such thing as Murray getting Touched. Girls jump at my flow like double I Leave 'em lost. In between resurrection and judgment Day is where that punk nigga lay. And it's deeper than you think. And furthermore, a whole lot of niggas gon' stink. Fucking with this funk abyss nigga from the mist. Motherfuckers motionless, stiff with paralysis. The Def Squad MCs, PPPs. Full of structural abnormalities. And we attack invariably. Dish you permanent disabilities. I ice capade like Peggy Fleming over funk beats. And lock down the streets. Lock it down, son. Lock it down