Mc's Out to Murder the World-2 - Godfather Don, The Cenobites

The serial chill for real we ill like Bundy

Sling skills like guns, we done real g’s like money

Some feel like, once these techniques extinguish mist

The meaners with fiendish better seamers and beamers and dreamers

The extremist, lungs spilla', spun rilla' killa' manilla

Packages full, we peel a cabbages a bull

Shit performers, with devillish cleverish attitudes

Lyrics severed by latitude, chatter, I ain’t mad at you

Vital organs are more than distorted in the heat of battle

Delete, get rattled when have you saddle my speakers saddle

Tattle, my clan seems sanguine in nature

Bust scams, like major crime figures in Asia

Oratator exterminator fader eliminator

Imitators will?

neek?

em like they out assimilators

They innovate the evenin' news, crews be leavin' clues like jews

Two lyrical too-toos are bleedin' fools

Like eyes ease at a, copy-katter, sloppy matter of fact

These raps react like max of body rappers

You got me at the line, remember my rhyme like nine million times

Kills, like droppin' they mine fields

The sorta top hits like water droplets the faces pop shit

Ya place is six feet underground, topped, with cases

Of daffodils, raps’ll kill with no remorse he tossed

Phonys lost the force of E-T, morse, the beat lost

Wield the steel like excalibur

Silence ya, all your ears yo hey

Next challenger

Check each technique, it’s deeper than the first

My?

linnes?

from the girth run sweeter

When you rehearse son, even if you birth one

Weapons melt in my path, my wrath is felt in ya ass

Like blast felt in ya back, it’s bloody buddy

Hey, what are ya boys down to

Is this never endless, this bitch ass metaphor

I kissed this world syanora I’m tryin horror

With medicine lyin' after hour I jettison yo