Most Sadistic 2000 (Remix)

(album: Rare Demos & Freestyles, Vol. 1 - 2001)

Dancing on your grave like Borishnikov
'Ll rip you off
Leave you in the desert 'til the vultures strip your corpse
Then rape your fucking wife until my dick is soft
'Til the flesh is pealing off
I'm a devil consealed in cloth
Walk, walk or get stabbed with a fork
You got a hole in your stomach
Yo plug it up with a cork, you dork
Lots of blood loss, red cross
Couldn't help your dead boss cut his head off
Brutal, sadistic, the only way
I'll be remembered, after I'm dismemebered
And my bones decay, a rap legend
Feel the aggressionary session
My inventions of tension and powerful progression
It's time for sick rhymes, lunatic lines
Hit your mind like in someones strict-nine
For all the shells, clips and Glocks
You step to me with a weapon
You'll be repping your click in a box

The most sadistic, you think not?
You might get shot, put 'em in a box
We ain't playing, we ain't rhyming for nothing
Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you something
If you ever diss me I'ma bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
Now say violence, death
(Violence, death)

Yo there ain't nothing left to say, this shit's fresh
I'll kill, you could be my latest victim
I'll take a shit on your brain and make you sniff it
Piss on your bitch's tits and make you lick it
You fucking maggot
You probably fucked one hundred fagots
You're a gay thug that loved jail and love getting your ass ripped
Come around here acting hardcore
You never did dirt, you gonna get yourself hurt
Pull up your pink skirt
Your pink panties'll get your wig damaged
Go eat a dick sandwhich
I can't stand this motherfucker
Make this bitch vanish from the planet
I'll hit you like a ton of granite
Get your blood splattered
Face bashed in, you can't win
I'll stab you in the head with Shishkebab sticks
While watching mob flicks, nasty like armpits
When I be sucking on you mom's tits
She my bitch, she on my dick
Tell that trick to stop calling my crib
Why'd you say she wanted to kill the bitch?
Smoking green clove
Walking around town flossing the free clothes
Doper than Special K
Exploding in the fiend's nose

The most sadistic, you think not?
You might get shot, put 'em in a box
We ain't playing, we ain't rhyming for nothing
Yo this shit is our life, so let me tell you something
If you ever diss me I'ma bring it to you
Got a crew of psychopaths that'll stab you up too
Now say violence, death
Yo there ain't nothing left to say

The most sadistic, you think not?