Alphabetical (lyricalassualt.uk)

Quit quacking, the quickest queerest queen ain't quiet.
Rave is rampant, ripping rippers, rare like riots.
Shit, sitting is silence. Such silliness is suicide.
Truthfully, too talented to be taken tongue tied.
Unwanted, unwarranted, ultimately undenied.
Vicious verses versus virgins viewed and verified.

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666

Chorus
6 days after he died he was buried.
6 men carried him to his grave.
Now he's 6 feet away from the surface, was a lovely service.
Man, I must be the devil. He's my eternal slave.

Verse 1
Your family's crying. On my strength they're relying.
But them tears ain't gon' bring you back. I hope they ain't trying.
It hurts her to do it, but moms is planning your wake.
In the back of her mind she's thinking, "No more headaches."
You neglected your gay ways and negated to fake.
Talked that shit about Rave? I stopped that shit a like a brake.
Took the medical examiner some days to report
the cause of your expiration was of no regular sort.
There were no signs of a struggle, and no external wounds,
just the scariest countenance ever seen in her room.
She figured that grimace a heart attack could create.
And it's true as your heart stopped when faced with your fate.
You met your boy on the street, and then commenced to come nearer.
I went translucent, and suddenly turned into a mirror.
Your skin turned a frail pale. You guarded your entrails.
Saw yourself eternally fucked with a bat with thin nails.

Chorus
6 days after he died he was buried.
6 men carried him to his grave.
Now he's 6 feet away from the surface, was a lovely service.
Man, I must be the devil. He's my eternal slave.
repeat 2X

Verse 2
6 days after heart stoppage your funeral's held.
Preacher man's going on and on 'bout how prayer welds
all the bleeding hearts and weeping souls. But you can't tell,
'cause you're trapped in this dead shell, and freezing like Hell.
Rave gets up, says his piece. You're screaming out, "That's him!"
Your pathetic pleading words were heard by not one of them.
As for the 144,000, chances are slim
you will be one of them. The bed you made made your fate grim.
Three cousins and three homies made the 6 pall bearers.
In the front left was me who saw you die in sheer terror.
The coffin is magical for it shows you all better,
all the tracks of tears from wify's cries from times when you left'er,
All them times when I couldn't hang, she needed a bang.
She texted me, "HALLELUJAH!" as that shit choir sang.
You're now hating the testifying and swooning she feigned.
When I smiled only you could see my horns and my fangs.

Chorus
6 days after he died he was buried.
6 men carried him to his grave.
Now he's 6 feet away from the surface, was a lovely service.
Man, I must be the devil. He's my eternal slave.
repeat 2X

Verse 3
While carrying you, I had to admire the coffin.
'Cause they spared no expense, hell even I put a lot in.
I told 'em extra padding is more comfy to rot in.
When I put that plotted thought in, every head started noddin'.
Only the best for my homie. You're going out how you lived.
It truly takes a baller to make an extravagant stiff.
You were always on the take, never was one to give.
Every fool who tried to take from you, they got shot or shived.
You used your wealth and influence, here on this earth, as a weapon.
Jesus said ain't nothing tougher than the rich piercing heaven.
So I chose for your transference the most perfect leaven.
At the lowering apparatus we halted our steppin'.
As the casket descended, I looked through it to your eyes,
waved hello to you, but you took it as a goodbye.
Because nowadays we're buried seven feet when we die,
but your expensive padded layers left you one foot shy.
That's why

Chorus
6 days after he died he was buried.
6 men carried him to his grave.
Now he's 6 feet away from the surface, was a lovely service.
Man, I must be the devil. He's my eternal slave.
repeat 2X


Origin: http://www.lyricalassault.co.uk/forum/666_topic26963.html

Diss The Person Above You (Lyrical Assault) Dissing King Carnarsie

Now you really trippin', if you think you master rippin'.
You mentioned nuts, I got so much that gets the horses flippin'.
Break you like Robin Givens. Like Clint you unforgiven.
As far as flow, I'm spittin' shit that's gettin' toilets tippin'.

I'm grinnin' at your sentences, bitch I'm the sickest menace,
like O Dawg, but Oh Lawd, you like Dennis the Menace.
The sinister lyricist killin' King like a peasant demented,
quittin' when Quentin stops saying "nigger" when scripted.

I'm the anti of everything that is holy predicted.
But I spit shit that chicks dig, got all yo' bitches addicted.
If it's glitz which is wished with this, you missed it, admit it.
Bitch you pissin' the realist here like Zimmerman acquitted.


http://www.lyricalassault.co.uk/forum/diss-the-person-above-you-part-whatever_topic13293_page120.html

Lyrical Assault - Call Outs Run In with Titu

Who is this, falling victim as he stalls out?
Didn't intend on spittin'. This is just a call out
Now witnesses find your carcass in the fallout.
You fear my cockiness as if I keep my balls out.

I clean rip you up, although I got a foul mouth.
Wanna get dirty, then bring that ass on down South.
Get in your head to see what a fuckin' clown's 'bout,
piss on your brains so all yo' pussy shit drowns out.

Get this final sentence spinnin' like a roundhouse,
split yo' half-assed ass in half like a townhouse.

http://www.lyricalassault.co.uk/forum/open_topic25820.html

To BigBeast (Old Battle Text)

First of all, wasn't talkin' bout you when I sent that through.
It was all about Ghosty. What the fuck's wrong with you?.
But fools will be fooled, now let me take you to school.
U-Substitutions or The Chain Rule can compute you, cool?

When I do my duty, every cutey pops and shakes their booty.
You just lose 'em, so they call the true to come do it to 'em.
Do I groove 'em? Yes I do. Who they booing? Must be you.
Seek the truth, and respect it soon as it's proven to you.

It behooves of you Junior to listen or you'll feel the boom.
I'll impugn you then improve you, too. That's just what I do.
Should I excuse you, leave you to ruin in ignorant doom?
You've been beaten and buried alive, now let me exhume.

In this room of deluded prudes, let me be your muse.
Using sutures I'm stitching you up, but still you are bruised.
Though usually shooting through dudes like prune anal lube,
I'll be smoothie, just oozing on down and soothing your wounds.


From: http://freestylerap.forumakers.com/t1448p15-never-ending-rapp-batle

Let's Get It.

Let's get it,... split it,... rip it to it's very outer limits.
I'm 'bout about my shit as if I'm fuckin' with No Limit.
Gimmicks... diminish... replenish with the slickest shit.
Pick a bitch at random, peel 'em till I get 'em to exit.

My wrist... twitches... when I... lie idle for a bit.
Tension builds until the will to kill is testing all my wit.
Repented, demented thoughts sift from brain into the spirit,
Spit it quick and unrelenting till they're beggin' me to quit it.

Shit,..... even I fear it...... It's scary being me.
Patiently waiting for the day my people will carry me,
and gladly speak of the man... that began... eternal sleep,
faggot freak who spat wickedly unique, paternal creep.

Don't go weepin' just yet, 'cause your boy is still all on it
with that flame at the ready for them petty boys who want it.
My shit's all on the table. It's that royal flush, so I flaunt it.
Niggas ghost when I flow, so this site is eerily haunted.


From: http://freestylerap.forumakers.com

Weapons

No weapon was recommended, so it's just my own choice.
I'm killing niggas with this rap shit, so I'll use my own voice.
Fuck a boy up with this verbage and vocab yo' boy employs
till the congregation in this bitch stand up and just rejoice.

Lyrics so hot melt the Devil, so bright that Jesus wear shades.
I'm the gayest to have sprayed like this, victims constantly laid.
Yeah the pun is all intended in "laid." My bed is made.
Rave's the envy of grenades. Roaches clear out when I Raid.


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