MD MUNK:
Yeah I’m white like the shark type, pulling cards like I don’t mind the matter
so if I smell blood you lose the hand playing around with this fire cracker
no biting under hip hop Sharia Law, you should have never climbed the ladder
to this scaffold, since your synapses won’t fire like sniper rifle errors, I’m higher
than you would be with no oxygen tank in Himalaya; so let it Rest in Peace
or get deceased with your blood boiling like a diver with decompression disease
you can’t stand the pressure, think Schwarzenegger on Mars in Total Recall
that’s Graphic Nature, I don’t work for it, just kill the prey like a man of leisure
expanding understanding worldwide like I write for National Geographic
in my spare time, all you write is whack rhymes, and you’re actually theocratic
cause like the D you don’t believe in facts, you’d rather believe in magic
that’s why you’re high on dust till you return to Earth, saddening Peter Pan shit
so man up and stop the foolishness, I’ll help this kid like UNICEF
grow up like Tom Hanks and then blow up in the field like Judas did
after kissing that crucifix, I said my style insane like violent pain
so Yesus lose on the real against God, that’s Kanye West on Charlemagne
GRAPHIC NATURE:
You couldn’t pull my card with the help of David Blaine/
Gauging by your words, you just felt like saying things/
Ill keep it simple, yet still cause major payne/
Don’t let RAW get you thinkin you balled(bald) like damon wayans/
I got skinned cause all I know how to be is raw/
Fucked up getting me involved, this is golf and I’m t’n off/
We got a dead body, get his family to see him off/
Say I take too long, wanna give me an L/
Fuck it, rather receive one than be an L/
You couldn’t kick shit in a pig pen full of it/
You’re full of it, couldn’t pull a lick/
If you grabbed the tongue of your bitch that spewed on my dick/
Your flow sounds constipated like you’ve been refusing to shit/
Mine are redlined cause I’m refusing to shift/
Lol its been like 10 days since the day I said I was going to spit/
This shit thrown together last minute, in a minute, hopin to hit/
Yeah I’m white like the shark type, pulling cards like I don’t mind the matter
so if I smell blood you lose the hand playing around with this fire cracker
no biting under hip hop Sharia Law, you should have never climbed the ladder
to this scaffold, since your synapses won’t fire like sniper rifle errors, I’m higher
than you would be with no oxygen tank in Himalaya; so let it Rest in Peace
or get deceased with your blood boiling like a diver with decompression disease
you can’t stand the pressure, think Schwarzenegger on Mars in Total Recall
that’s Graphic Nature, I don’t work for it, just kill the prey like a man of leisure
expanding understanding worldwide like I write for National Geographic
in my spare time, all you write is whack rhymes, and you’re actually theocratic
cause like the D you don’t believe in facts, you’d rather believe in magic
that’s why you’re high on dust till you return to Earth, saddening Peter Pan shit
so man up and stop the foolishness, I’ll help this kid like UNICEF
grow up like Tom Hanks and then blow up in the field like Judas did
after kissing that crucifix, I said my style insane like violent pain
so Yesus lose on the real against God, that’s Kanye West on Charlemagne
GRAPHIC NATURE:
You couldn’t pull my card with the help of David Blaine/
Gauging by your words, you just felt like saying things/
Ill keep it simple, yet still cause major payne/
Don’t let RAW get you thinkin you balled(bald) like damon wayans/
I got skinned cause all I know how to be is raw/
Fucked up getting me involved, this is golf and I’m t’n off/
We got a dead body, get his family to see him off/
Say I take too long, wanna give me an L/
Fuck it, rather receive one than be an L/
You couldn’t kick shit in a pig pen full of it/
You’re full of it, couldn’t pull a lick/
If you grabbed the tongue of your bitch that spewed on my dick/
Your flow sounds constipated like you’ve been refusing to shit/
Mine are redlined cause I’m refusing to shift/
Lol its been like 10 days since the day I said I was going to spit/
This shit thrown together last minute, in a minute, hopin to hit/
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