YungRhymeAssassin

(álbum: Cosmic Angel: The Illuminati Prince/ss - 2012)

Roll call, motherfucker
Heads out here is fronting
Niggas think they've seen it all, but I'm about to show 'em something
Had a price on my head, but I knew them cats was bluffing, mang
Let them haters hate cause most of them ain't come from nothing

Bad nigga, bad bitch
Blanco's on the run, shit!
Illuminati Prince, Einsteining on these dumb shits

Come quick, come hither
Damn these bitches looking bitter
Motherfucker, recognize you're dealing with a silent killer

Feel her on the stage
Bottled all my rage
Nigga wrote it on a page
Spit it, nigga
Spill it, sage
You motherfucking babies, it's time to act your age
And don't be surprised, boys, when I'm sitting center stage
Cause naturally disturbed, I'm fucking with you herbs
I'm fucking what you heard
But I ain't fucking with no birds
Motherfucka what's the word is?
Blah blah blah blah Blanco
Loose at the mouth
Bitch niggas gone retardo

He got the mark of the beast on his forehead
These rap niggas napping on me, yo, like they was dopeheads
But let these niggas nap, this shit's finna be a wrap
I'm creeping while they sleeping
The last Mohican

Diagnose my steelo? A little too much ego
Mindfuck a bitch, they call my dick Magneto
C'mon bluh, what's a hater to the blessed?
What's keeping a young nigga from reaching for the best?

Cause I'm a mercenary, break bread with nobody
If my rhymes was a gun, you'd be some dead somebodies
I'm in the passenger of the purple Maserati
This hottie said, "Shorty, cause the honeys count the moneys"
You need some surgery? Why you looking so funny?
Oh a bitch was on the come-up, while you was playing dummy
Well now she talking shit like your asshole runny
Signing contracts with carrots, pink fur it's Babs Bunny

Now tell me, what other bitch is vibing this cool?
What other bitch got hood niggas saying, "She rules?"
Now let me pay these girls with my black card
Look, you fucking retard, Blanco's got a new beast for her scrapyard
Gag like a magpie
Coo like a pigeon
I'm a perm in too long

You're begging and you're wishing for forgiveness
Now witness the beginning of the end
Inhale that hydro, my friend
And if this nigga wasn't mixxy, nigga could be big like Biggie
Funny that you say that, Billy, cause this lyricist is killing
Any hip-hop head that's willing to stand up, bow down
They call themselves rappers, but all I see is clowns

Circusing the streets, ringmaster of the beat
Niggas sell they soul, but hell, a nigga's gotta eat
Most of these bitches hating, now they wanna kiss my feet
But let me finish my words before I even have to speak
See, you try to come for me, hey, but now you live for me
I revel in the infamy, but you just joined my infantry

Le Blanca, the Don Diva Donna
We head for the hills cause this nigga brings the trauma
Yo! Why bother, poppa? The end here is imminent
You will only benefit from bowing down, you must submit

I settle every score
Blast you with my MegaForce
Tease you like a matador
I know y'all wasn't ready for
Young Castro, the Blanco rhyme sniper
My word is the bullet
Bullet hits you, I'm a Viper

Rah! Ima behead you
Stub to me, I'll dead you
Well, I ain't get the memo and your ass ain't on the schedule
Hey, you ate the laced shrooms
And it's a bad trip
Hallucinating dipshits, lock em in my loony bin

Y'all niggas kill me tryna steal my shine
You hoes is on at 6 o'clock and I'm the prime time
Dirt slinging this grime cause the bitch is grimy
The bomb is ticking and your ass got bad timing

Yo, play with those Barbies, rock them old Queen B looks
Them bitches building blocks and Mykki Blanco is a textbook
First lesson, little one, question not
The red-boned fembots blowing up spots
The caramel cosmonaut boom straight shot
Yo, she Judy Jetson kid, who you fucking messing with?

Mykki Blanco is the head honcho
Get hitmen and kings and assassins in the Congo
Bitch you better think before you throw that shade
I put that pussy up for sale black market slave trade

I'm sorry that I had to put y'all through this
But you have to understand that I'm so damn ruthless
Shopping in my fangs and you're bum-bitch toothless
I'm Imelda Marcos and you're broke-ass shoeless
Crown myself the king, scratch it off my to-do list
"As if! "-ing all you bitches cause you're so damn Clueless

In this life, honey, you either got it or you don't
Take from me my title never that no you won't
Well I'm a catwalk, kid, and you're a lookbook
Well I'm an earthquake, got all these sheeps shook
Hair done, nails done, the Blanco so clean
Ass fat, throw it back, damn that bitch is mean
Raising hell on the scene, yes my words do sting
Excuse me while I puff then lean
Rage against the machine, rage against the machine
Rage a Rage against the machine
Rage against the machine!