[Hook: Scratches] "Half animal, half man" "Half man, half amazin'" "It seems so amazin'" "I verbally burn a nigga" "Check the flows of the major deacon"
[Deacon the Villain] Get close and lose your soul Not gonna roll, so the G version of how this story’s really told Conquerin' Deacon is a silly goal You’re just a comin’ new edition for “Faces of Death” videos Splish splash in your own blood bath Hole in your chest bigger than Bobby Brown's drug stash Bigger than Louie Anderson's belly flop splash Ass stretched wider than Jim Carrey’s mouth when he laughs You might as well smoke a cigarette while you huff gas Facin’ me’s dumber than using fingernail clippers to cut grass It’s your choice, a dozen inch dick or a cocked 12 Cause playin' Cool J is the only time I'm rockin' L That follows me like gunshots and hot shells The last time I stopped rappin' coffin makers stock fell Like sealed water holes, I got rap locked well But your album's an iron raft, that shit will not sail
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[Deacon the Villian] Watch out for twin questions when testin' me I got so many punchlines You'd think I'm fightin' off referees My speciality is in any type of world weaponry So stop stressin' or catch a hot lesson You wouldn’t be fly with demonic possessions I deliver lung shots that cause pneumonic depressions The personification of bubonic infections Like poisoned communion wine People can't stomach my blessings In a battle session I can blow out daylight Cause I'm like Shakespeare retired I never playwrite/play right Never say shit twice Give ya one chance to hear it My flow’s godly, touches your spirit so you’d better fear it I collect souls and put 'em on clearance Death's about to make an appearance due to your interference So don’t surprise me and spark my defense reflex Because I’m dope enough to suffocate your weak set with a Kleenex
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[Deacon the Villain] I've been the truth since the cradle While most of y'all are so good at lyin'/lion I thought Simba raised you Realize what I do to guys with lies The only Mac you got came Super Sized with fries Brand me, half animal, half cannibal Make like Bruce Banner and throw a fuckin' van at you The rap Hannibal, it takes my +Silence+ to stop violence Undermine my talents and leave you lyin' under violins My skills are like Bill Gates stock wealth While half of y'all are fake fur, I mean not felt I move at speeds that'll make a stop watch melt Like auto fellatio, I'm only tryin' to top self That's why half of these punks are scared to fight They talk shit then flee like dog parasites With a terror bright now the flame has set fire to the canvas My depth is eternal, you’ll never understand thisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
