You Suck - Edan, Father Time

Laughter ceases after masterpieces slash your thesis

Questioning my passion is like asking Jesus if the crucifixion hurt

Flirting with ears, but choosing visions first

I stretch 'em out until they snap to prove that long division works

A strong incision bursts your bladder

Filthy rhyming prosecutor

Never-ending thirst for data

Salvaged from the lost computer

Immaculate, verses scatter

We tackle and toss a loser off a pedestal created by actions regrettable

Packing a vegetable for malnutrition

Rap-mutation, advocators, fact-debaters catch a bad one from a tractor-trailer

Even avid masturbators can’t relate to my passion at mic clutch

Crashin' a nightclub, simply to spite fucks who came to dance

My brain is pants you herbs are legs

I earn while some prefer to beg I deal with ignorance

Therefore, to turn a head is difficult

Like being drunk while parallel-parking a car

Broken pieces of glass on your floor after I fart in a jar

«MC's you suck, that’s without a doubt

Y’all don’t know jack, no if’s or maybe’s»

«MC's you suck, that’s without a doubt»

«MC's you suck, that’s without a doubt»

«Now who’s my first victim?

Come get some of this»

«MC's you suck, you know how that go»

«Yo, this is a fact, handing my beat over»

I got the bald-headed crown with a dope swirl

Hot enough to make a nymphomaniac’s toes curl

Lounge with showgirls in the uncharted lands of the West Pacific islands

Hypnotized by horizons

Evil mistress, black widow of the brimstone

Skeletons in every closet, close to the window

Rose petals, French Dutchess, with gold medals

On the coldest meadow follows the ghost that goes (ohhh)

And when I was young my moms thought I had a disturbance

Cause she always found me under the cabinet drinking detergent

Murderous Copernicus, Prometheus inserted it

The way I worded it left 'em tumbling through the turbulence

I got a nasty dropkick, catch flies with chopsticks

Kidnap your siblings then take them for hostage

Your girl’s not a chicken head she’s more like an ostrich

Smells like armpit, foot and ass, and dog shit

«MC's you suck, that’s without a doubt

Y’all don’t know jack, no if or maybe’s»

«MC's you suck, that’s without a doubt»

«You sucka MC’s, you don’t enjoy rapping»

«MC's you suck, that’s without a doubt»

«Give you a chance, to say your petty rhymes»

«MC's you suck, you know how that go»

«I wish you’d hurry up cause you’re wasting my time»

Laughter happens after master craftsmen practice smashing clowns

I pass your rapping class and snatch the cap and gown

I trap a noun and catch a verb while running laps around

The pachyderm who hasn’t learned the basic laws of planet Earth

I take your jaw and smash it through the simple principles of amateur

elimination

Pattern your alliteration after mine?

Mastermind my pattern writing

Vocalize the battle writing

Localize the folks who try to socialize for ladder-climbing

NPC, degrees, and pattern sine and sequence quantization

Concentration might alleviate your frequent contemplation

Constant patience, do you know how badly that I want a spaceship?

Modulation causes placement of assailance on surveillance

Wander aimlessly amongst a mass of slavery

Until a brave MC (through bravery)

Decides to call his name to me, it’s all in vein you see

When I decapitate his brain and season it for morning breakfast

While listening to Death mix

Out