Force Of Evil
Yo I'm a cross breed, I hope you never cross me
I give you ‘’angel dust’’ anytime you ever ask me for ‘’God speed’’
I'm hot B...I make your speakers fall apart
‘Cuz when I start I’m doing Mach 3, with lyrics from my heart
Don’t start with me about politics and art
Because I’ll flip and leave a missile pointed at your fucking car
I'm a forced to be reckoned with and run INS with the law
Only caused me to stop what I’m doing from the start
I’m not smart I’m intelligent, and never that pretentious
I’m quick to give you lessons don’t forget I’ve been tested
Arrested, neglected, protected...through my left cheek
I spit fake ass lines like immortal technique
Biting' lines from Dan Brown...just listen to this damn clown
The government's out to get him for what he knows now...
I’m sick of it you little bitch; they think you're kind of hot
I bet you cry yourself to sleep every night because you're not
I'll stop the little bickering, so what's this track about?
I dun' really know I guess I just want to run my mouth
At little faggots with their fake tracks, so listen to my real spit
The 2nd 6th 11th line...that was my only fake shit (hahahhaa)
But you want to hear some realness? I guess that I can manage.
I'm a black neo- Nazi prostitute that speaks Spanish
So listen I can prove that you fools were such an influence
Because you kept me ‘’flapping lips’’ on ‘’dudes’’ like I was ‘’Shanna Newton’’
verse 2
Yo, if you still think I’m sick….well, my real name is Nick
5542, preceded by 336…
last name Castine, blasting gasoline
that’s me, acting like im jabbing with a bee sting
and heat things, frequently, until you couldn’t see shit
I see bling and suddenly I snatch it like it’s free bitch
I’m overly intoxicated with the sickest flow of illness
Pouring from a bottle of the swill shit
Everytime I speak i hurt myself with tongue and cheek
You’re like a cancer victim having sex…yo…you’re ‘’fucking weak’’
I know it sounds kinda lame when I call you geeks
you spit like a ‘’badly trained dog’’ … you ‘’couldn’t speak’’
so you should sit, fuck it…play dead
cuz when i shoot im like a porn star aiming for the fuckin’ head
they call me teacher Nick, got #2 Lead…
and leave you dead on the ground, and you found in a pool of Red
I’m the king of the hill…(I don’t like that)… I’m here a lot
you fuckers cant stand me I push your buttons like im Carrot Top
but not because of my voice, it’s cuz I’m the shit
I’m steady taking people’s money, like Reagan did
And deadly with barrettas holdin’ heavy cheddar,
Are you ready for the deadliest vendetta ever met?
You’re sweating through your sweater but I bet you’ll never
Step to the heaviest machete on the planet….yea..fuck with that…
I give you ‘’angel dust’’ anytime you ever ask me for ‘’God speed’’
I'm hot B...I make your speakers fall apart
‘Cuz when I start I’m doing Mach 3, with lyrics from my heart
Don’t start with me about politics and art
Because I’ll flip and leave a missile pointed at your fucking car
I'm a forced to be reckoned with and run INS with the law
Only caused me to stop what I’m doing from the start
I’m not smart I’m intelligent, and never that pretentious
I’m quick to give you lessons don’t forget I’ve been tested
Arrested, neglected, protected...through my left cheek
I spit fake ass lines like immortal technique
Biting' lines from Dan Brown...just listen to this damn clown
The government's out to get him for what he knows now...
I’m sick of it you little bitch; they think you're kind of hot
I bet you cry yourself to sleep every night because you're not
I'll stop the little bickering, so what's this track about?
I dun' really know I guess I just want to run my mouth
At little faggots with their fake tracks, so listen to my real spit
The 2nd 6th 11th line...that was my only fake shit (hahahhaa)
But you want to hear some realness? I guess that I can manage.
I'm a black neo- Nazi prostitute that speaks Spanish
So listen I can prove that you fools were such an influence
Because you kept me ‘’flapping lips’’ on ‘’dudes’’ like I was ‘’Shanna Newton’’
verse 2
Yo, if you still think I’m sick….well, my real name is Nick
5542, preceded by 336…
last name Castine, blasting gasoline
that’s me, acting like im jabbing with a bee sting
and heat things, frequently, until you couldn’t see shit
I see bling and suddenly I snatch it like it’s free bitch
I’m overly intoxicated with the sickest flow of illness
Pouring from a bottle of the swill shit
Everytime I speak i hurt myself with tongue and cheek
You’re like a cancer victim having sex…yo…you’re ‘’fucking weak’’
I know it sounds kinda lame when I call you geeks
you spit like a ‘’badly trained dog’’ … you ‘’couldn’t speak’’
so you should sit, fuck it…play dead
cuz when i shoot im like a porn star aiming for the fuckin’ head
they call me teacher Nick, got #2 Lead…
and leave you dead on the ground, and you found in a pool of Red
I’m the king of the hill…(I don’t like that)… I’m here a lot
you fuckers cant stand me I push your buttons like im Carrot Top
but not because of my voice, it’s cuz I’m the shit
I’m steady taking people’s money, like Reagan did
And deadly with barrettas holdin’ heavy cheddar,
Are you ready for the deadliest vendetta ever met?
You’re sweating through your sweater but I bet you’ll never
Step to the heaviest machete on the planet….yea..fuck with that…