Who Is The Master

Backstabbers and betrayers, I take no other title than their slayers

Stone cold killers and contemplaters, One takes to long to react player

You playing the game, Well I'm the moderator viruses can't contain

Undisputed, Never losing it, Come at me you leave bruising

Conspicuously cruising, While dope beats and mad lyrics fusing

Together, Harder than Mayweather in May weather,

You number two cause I play better, As I lay your woman get wetter

Notice something or are you just not bumping the right music for speaker thundering

I'm coming, No one capable of stomping, Out my yard, I'm too hard

Like when a straight guy go to a dyke party, His brain need a recharge

Or discharge just, Give me the bullet, Its stuck in the wall, Just pull it

I ain't taking no chances, These rappers just do dances

Until I got em in fear stances, Grab the lancers, The grubs got the mancers

This is the end, Can't nobody pretend, Philosophical bombing

Colossal beast is stomping, The Kraken is hopping back into Hades

I'll kill all ya babies, I'm a werewolf hooked on some rabies

Can't nobody save the ladies, As I'm just a maybe, But Jeff is a yes

Well, Good luck making love and getting a chance to progress

As his head may be next, To be removed from this his vest

Not the bullets reused from the west, I don't claim the best

But I do expect respect, Otherwise I may be vexed

And tempted to rhyme in bad context, Of all the bad things I've done

It's the end, Master T said run