LOST SECRET - The Biff Song lyrics

rate me

My CD did a driveby on yours in three different whips

And Platexd kill wife beater, put steel to your lips

Semantical scientists to your romantical graphicless

Testicle-free Stan slash fanaticist

So affected in five different areas

A fradulant specimen, a demon spawn carrier

It's so upsetting when the evil front righteous

It aggravates on a molecular level 'til I might just

Kompose the perfect murder like a symphony

Using mystic symbols and cypher code to exonerate my infamy

This is how Melchizidek deals with liars

I suspend them in stasis then burn them with astral fire!

My working tools are way too precise when they slice

Ya English second language into shish kabobs and rice

Go ask Allah why you chose to fuck with da Clef

I hold in my hand an instrument of death

When you bite the concept and don't pay (You get biffed)

When you perpetrate a fraud and you front (You get biffed)

When your internet crew never met (You get biffed)

When you lie (You get biffed) When you're wack (You get biffed)

When you steady fakin' moves on my crew (You get biffed)

When you act like you ballin', but you broke (You get biffed)

When you record gunclaps in your raps (You get biffed)

When you snake (You get biffed) When you're fake (You get biffed)

Yo, Christbearer gave life to you punks

With military mausbergs and more mouth than monks

When the storm wasn't bigger than your hand

You never gave a damn, when shit changed you ran

I fought with Lucifer and held tooth-nail

When the hounds kept hunting me just on how the boots smell

Christbear bionic laconic conversation

Killa king fact in rap captivation

I take 'em all to the limit (no gimmicks)

The white phantom pulling up tough with ya mall in it

Christbearer contra-catastrophic catalyst

Wu-Fi-Wu, ha, do or die analysis

The only thing is I come and came clean

For my guts and my numbnuts hang when they swing

Now that's real like Preacher pack steel

Practice what you preach, those who can't preach kill!

I ruled the world before my momma was a girl

And some rich white boy bottled jeri curl

And you don't stop, yeah

The ultimate...

This is Metatron version 1.0, original flow

One hundred percent guaranteed fresh, causing fraud emcee's stress

Don't be decieved by names that's similar

Products on the market that's inferior

The alpha bout to make omega, out this faker

Call me the ghost of your future, bout to take ya

To the scene of your death

Tongue seperated from your severed neck

You get biffed tryin' to challenge my rep

Real angels don't speak feces, beware-

Mystic-Jewish-White-Godbodies, that preach Jesus!

Confused quasi-spiritual Wu-Tang fan shit,

Your verses be more corny than Watchtower pamphlets

I got more styles than you got religions

I spit vicious incisions that slice your inner visions

So think back to the day you were terribly wrong

And ask yourself 'how the fuck I make it on the biff song'?

Yeah, but there ain't gonna be no ressurection for your fuckin' ass

You know what I'm sayin? You ain't gonna get the right hand extended to you

You dirty muthafuckas, yeah these are the last days and times

You know what I'm sayin? And unlike the man, ***** **** you really

Gon' get biffed

You know what I'm sayin? To the bottomless fuckin pit

Hell, baby, burn for eternity...