Bet Cypher

My name
Is KXNG
CROOKED, I snap on you rappers
Often
When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my
Passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands
When he's talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I
Should really mention
Don't come around here flossin', Big
Willies, we really lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin'
The ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull
It, it sound like
B-b-b-b-b a couple of bullets are
Comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker,
Start killin' everything in the vicinity
The proximity, the Glocksimity, we
On Yosemite Sam
Bam, bam your body drop
Van Damme, karate chop
The Beretta's a better competitor
Pop pop turn your sweater to a crop
Top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop
Top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you
Clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in the booth rockin' a
Biosuit made of plastic
And NASA's galactic elastic travelin'
Through space, interstellar rapid
Broadcastin' from uninhibited
Planets
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that
Nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack bitch, fuckin' bastard
Back to the hand clappin'
You die quicker than Darren Wilson
Walkin' through Ferguson
Dressed like the grand dragon of the
Klan
Passin' niggas with pants saggin'
With their hand on a black Magnum
To clap him backwards
So their last words is "kcuf meth
Nmad saggin"
That's backwards for "fuck them
Damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
Charge us, bodies fill up them damn
Rivers
Cause everybody wanna be the best
Rapper alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who
Died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon Cowell, I can't let you ex
Factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally
Limelightin' the god of this rhyme
Writin'
My mic can only be likened to
Poseidon's trident and Zeus' lightin'
Strike
And my metaphors are what Thor
Was to the Norse viking
I'm a born titan and at-point kill 'em
Like swordfightin'
I'm slicin' organs with songwritin', I
Dwarf giants
I hope I'm rubbin' you pussies wrong
Sort of like poor dykin'
I smoke philosophy, I snort science
That means I'm higher than higher
Learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny music's messiah
Returnin'
You die and you fry in my iron
Furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like
When Em was signin' Curtis
Cause I am murderous

(Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
Jersey)
Now we can do this a couple of
Different ways, it really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans
Over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car and how
It sit on the rims
I could tell you why I'm hot and
Disappear like MIMS
But the bars there, put that on God,
Ask an atheist
And if ain't a bomb at least I'm in the
Blast radius
I'm beating these kids' indictment,
Shit, I like the terror
APB on my actions, I'm in the viking
Era
Moment of truth, I give you facts
Right now
Fuck the cypher, my mind ain't on
Rap right now
So it's fuck metaphors and punches,
All the witty shit
Got a missing uncle and another
Need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got an aunt getting her ass kicked
By MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look,
For the promo
Shit that bothered from the start
Cause the cancer left his lungs and
It's on my grandfathers heart
Yeah, but not the side that the beat is
On
I'm supposed to put that to the side
When the beat is on
I'm planning the funeral, I'm getting
The hearse ready
These niggas only wanna ask me if
The verse is ready
Not the how do I feel, not the how do
I deal
If that's the life, nigga, then how is it
Real?
These last couple of days I've been
Speaking to my peers
Giving them cries for help, I guess
They need to see the tears
But wait, wildest part of all of that is
They'll shoot a suicidal rapper right
Here on the bridge
But fuck it, gotta pardon 'em, shout
Out to my squad and 'em
House Gang, Shady, I'm gone, nigga,
My job is done

Yelawolf, Gadsden, Alabama
My name is Wayne, I'm from
Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with
Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids and I just
Popped 3 pills
I don't know which one's which or
What it's for
Safety ain't really a habit I've formed
I still smoke to the cigarette butt
I still drink till I end up being that
Klutz
Clumsy, self-destructive dummy
Stumbling over my words, mumbling
I'll probably do it tonight
Leave the bar, leave the car
And pass out like a fetus in a jar with
My feet up to the stars
And dream about that light that leads
Up to the lord
I have nightmares about my momma
Getting beat up in the yard
Wake up feeling like half a human
Hit the studio and unleash this guilt
And regret
For my lack of union between rap,
You and the rock and roll community
For unity between country music and
MCs, I'm claiming immunity
Still I'm working, sawing, milling
This tree
Building this house exactly the way
Charlemagne the god and Lord
Jamar thought it would be
Wait a minute... the lord and the god
Hate me
Jesus Christ, I am the white devil!
Nah...
I'm still working, sawing, milling this
Tree
Building this house exactly the way I
Thought it should be
Wanna take a tour? Let's see
I've got floor-to-ceiling windows
And a cabin-style mansion
Books, bears, trucks, boats, tyres,
Spares, four-wheelers
Three-wheelers, two-wheelers, a
Drug dealer on call
Plaques on the wall, racks on the
Wall for my guns on the wall
Lift kits, low riders, chop shops, hi
Tops, low tops, cowboy boots
Dixie flags, American flags,
Slumerican tags on my Slumerican
Ass
CEO
I've got my name on the bathrobe,
And the flame on the back porch is lit
Guess who's coming to dinner?
André 3000 and Hank the Third, go
Figure
I've got two stand-up jetskis, a top
Pedigree horse, just a pet to feed of
Course
Who rides a horse in Nashville? I
Might
I've got bicycles for the kids,
Tricycles for the babies
M-80s, bottle rockets, bottles in my
Pocket
Moonshine, gold watches, gold rings
All fake, no bling, don't hate, that's
My thing
I've got new clothes, old clothes,
Vintage, tremendous, endless style
Goodwill loves me Mackle-more
Than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate
Videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats
By Dre
Thank you very much, Jimmy Iovine
For the check
I've got a black woman fine as she
Can be
FeFe with a ring on her finger that
Could give sight to the blind
A 5, a 10, a couple hundreds layin'
On the counter
I don't know where that came from
I got artwork from hard work,
Yardworkers for yard work
Don't look under the tarp, sir
I'm growin' weed for my mama there
I've got a paved driveway and
Photos in the hallway of me on my
Harley
And I did it my way
See, hip hop is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre, Jay
Z eat your heart out

But these cyphers, I treat 'em like a
War, don't want no mediators
Nah, this that grow up in the P's
Behavior, next door to the greasy
Neighbors
People thank you, I do this for all the
Mean creators
I was someone who never needed
Favors to get where I'm at
Now they deem me a savior
But to be honest I ain't feelin' like
That, I just really like rap
I'm not lucky, trust me
I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky
With the shit that my pen states,
These rappers can't touch me
Ugly? Shit, you serious? I'm hideous
I was better than all you silly kids
When I was tryna figure out who I
Really is
As a younger dude, life was
Somethin' rude
I barely made it to the first like a
Cutler move
No rubber groove on my shoes had
To fight, so suspensions
I had 3 in one week, yeah that was
Public school
Did I say 3 in 1? That's funny cause
There's 4 of us in the Slaughter
That's 3 to 1, I learned that in public
School too
Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and
House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call
Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1
Second from bein' done
Just need y'all 3 to send me 1 verse
Apiece
For this Heatmakerz beat and
Brothers keep it 1
Simple mathematics, I'm addin' up to
All these rap addicts
I don't like to divide dough so I
Multiply flow
And subtract maggots
Like a brand new Craftmatic, boy I'm
Back at it
Smokin' these new boys like my last
Habit
Dabnabbit I tried to quit but
Everything I kick's like the last
Dragon
Hoes suckin' my drummer dick, they
On my bandwagon
I just gotta laugh cause y'all pushin'
A lot of swag
I'm pushin' this big ole hearse, don't
Get body bagged

These new rappers be askin' me
Why I don't be hangin' out where
They be hangin' out
I tell 'em, I say "Look, lil nigga listen
Here"
If I don't got no business there, I
Don't got no business there
See there's a difference here
You hustlin' so you can be seen
Nigga I'm grindin' so I can disappear
I don't do it like other rappers do
When it's on time it's skull and bone
Signs at the stu
We got guns you only find on your
Cheat code screen
If you think I remind you of any of
These niggas you wildin' out
Like Chico Bean
When there's drama I don't ask no
Questions, I just clap in that direction
I look at this gat like it's an actual
Accessory
I'm anti-social so relax when you
Step to me
Nigga I shoot the breeze with actual
Weaponry
Your lil' stare downs won't fare well
I got a pale conscience, I'm the grey
Area
Last person I had a bond with was a
Bail bondsman
Now imagine me hangin' with y'all
And we rappin' on the same song
Nigga I'd rather juggle a couple of
Chainsaws
Or run through hell with a pair of
Gasoline Hanes on
I'm a star but not on some I wanna
Be a star kinda shit
The only celebrity that give a fuck
Less than me is Marshawn Lynch
Glock in the stash as a backup but
The MAC'll burst
Cripple your style, your first born
Child'll come out
With a colostomy bag as the
Afterbirth
I don't give a fuck
Nigga I'll show up to Beyonce's
Show posin' as Jay Z
Stagger in your studio session with a
Bomb strapped to my chest
Lookin' like Omarion holdin' his baby
Jump in the 4 door Mercedes with a
.44 listenin' to JoJo and KC
Drinkin' and sniffin' enough blow
That it got me thinkin' that I can
Exchange sicknesses
This ebola for rabies
That's it, just livin' the rapper life
Banana clip in the air, lookin' like
It's 'bout to start singin' it's MAC
Tonight
MACs, I use this MAC as a
Component for thugs rollin' up
I got this MAC on and you better stay
In that corner
Cause shit can turn into that song
Except I don't give a fuck what day it
Is
I'll have this club goin' up, fuck with
Me
Mack magnet, attractin' enormous
Green
Slap this clip in this gat then call this
Arm Christy Mack
Cause this bitch is stacked, war
Machine
Life of a giant, but who needs size
When you're wack and your team's
Soft
Drag your girl down this hill 'til she
Admits that it feels like she's jackin'
The beanstalk
We both got marketing plans
Yours is to sell records and try to net
More than you gross for
Mine is to punch you in your face if
You ever disrespect me
And then go invest into a grocery
Store
Rolled up with the Smith & Wesson
And drew on you like let's fight now
I do numbers, I turn you and your
Crew into two plumbers
Translation, get your shit together
And pipe down
Fuck a mic, I don't write, I chew and
Spit
I'll shoot you and your sis if you
Insist
I got my eyes on the barrel
Silence is so big it look like I got
Bobby Shmurda tied to the barrel
And he doin' this

(My name is Marshall
I'm repping that motherfucking Motor
City, bitch)
I just turned Slaughterhouse to a
Quintet
Began to trend-set, murdered the
Friend's pet
Made shit as ill as it can get went in
Depth
Like a fucking vignette and two bars
Skins wet
I'm already covered in sweat
I wasn't even ready to come in yet
AHH, let me set this drink down
Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal
Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled
And senile
And "Rap God" was a freestyle
Off the top of the dome piece while I
Was sleep on the couch
And I'm freestyling now
I need a towel, sweat leaks from my
Brow
It's burning my eyes, my cerebral is
Foul
Cause shit I'm thinking about should
Be illegal
I need my head banned like the guy
Who left Cleveland Ohi-
And went to South Beach with his
Talents
Scream "fuck you" on the way out
And wink with a smile
This whole game can eat a dick, I'm
Going back deep underground
But right now I'm back on that
Bullshit and you I'm singling out
Cause you're so fucking outdated
You should mingle a while
What the fuck is this clusterfuck of
Busters
Bunch of Buster Douglas',
Motherfuckers is one hit wonders
One swing and you're crowned
Knocked one out the park, one
Catchy jingling now
You think you fucking with me cause
You sold like 300 thou
Bitch, I can jump without my feet
Ever leaving the ground
Reach up, swing from a cloud with 3
Thousand people around
Evil and vile enough to leap in the
Crowd
And heave a child in a sink hole on
Cinco De Mayo
When I'm sprinkled in pico de gallo
Mardi Gras beads in a towel
I just made that up
I don't know much Spanish, I'm not
Bilingual
But I'll show you a Mexican stand
Off
Between just these two amigos
Cause neither really wants to say
What we're thinking outloud
But I sure as fuck think I know how
To read body English, no doubt
Cause we're trying to kill each other,
But lyrically
The fuck is humility? What is a real
Emcee?
Royce, he came up in the shit with
Me
Never spit that hustling shit, it
Wasn't a fit for me
Let them adjust 'til they just get the
Gist of me
Just not giving a fuck and plus with
The history
And muscular distrophy, it wasn't a
Mystery
Why this middle finger was stuck in
This upper-positioning
So what in the fuck is a list to me?
I'm used to not being on it, I expect it
Out 'em
Heck, man, I get my respect without
'Em
And really been into diamonds since
I put my first record out
But I could put a chain around my
Second album
And wear it as a neck medallion
Became a millionaire, went downhill
From there
Became civil, office swivel chair,
Sterling silverware
Screaming life is still unfair til I get
A real career
The fuck am I gonna do until then?
This job is too fulfilling
Two gazillion pairs of super villain
Shoes to fill in
And a mood to kill till I plow my
Coupe de Ville
To some children at the food pavilion
And Build-A-Bear
Warrior's mind, I'm pro-
Hydrocodone euphoria
In the drug emporium line, I'm
Soaring
I'm pouring Vicodin four at the time
Ignoring the warning signs
Full on untill I go four wheeler
Driving
Gory and violent and horrifying
You surely won't find a more
Important
With this glorious rhyme with
But I finger her like a witness, show
Me a line-up
I usually am abusive, but excuse
Me, m'am
I guess I must've threw you for a
Loop like toucan Sam
When I said I could use the sample
Cause you'se a tramp
But look how you react to this trigger
Like
When I call you a bigger dyke than
The Hoover Dam
You playing right in Lex Luthor's
Hands
It's such a ruthless plan, might even
Lose a fan
But fuck it, Superman wouldn't
Change in a phone booth for Stan
I'm a brand new being like Grand
Puba's band
Happy as Anderson Cooper having a
Tuba crammed
In his pooper with lubricant... wait,
That's too, I can't...
Since honesty is the best policy I'll
Give you the old college try
Try to acknowledge my mistakes,
Probably won't qualify
As a gentleman and a scholar, but
It's time that I swallow pride
To say that I'm sorry, sorry that I
Can't apologize
I think of all the times I
Compromised my bottom lines
And thought of rhymes that
Sodomized your daughters minds
Then I'm like dollar signs
But I may fight for gay rights
Especially if they dyke
It's more of a knockout than Janay
Rice
Play nice, bitch, I punch Lana Del
Rey right
In the face twice like Ray Rice in
Broad daylight
And in plain sight of the elevator
Surveillance
Til her head is banged on the railing
Then celebrate with the Ravens
Never dated an assailant that self-
Medicates with inhalants
I meditate, but I may need a better
Way to escape
The aggression, rage and the anger
Cause them restraints on the ankles
Heavyweights and an anchir with
Handcuffs in chains
This ain't enough to contain it
But I still get the same respect as
Jay if I came on
Stage in a fucking negligee everyday
And Liz Claiborne
Devastated from breakup with Kate
Hudson
Wait, slut your friends, what are they
Gonna say
Cause makeup ain't gonna cover
That eye that's seven/eights of the
Way shut
Peppersprayed with your face cut
Made my bank like a lay up
Of these effing skanks on the way up
Oh, bitch thinks she's heaven sent
It's evident that she ain't never been
With seven inches
Yes, I said seven, I measured it
Seven inches from the floor
While I'm standing on the fourth floor
Balcony
On the Sharadon when I'm stretching
It
Bitch, I'm a pimp so a limp dick is
All you'll ever get
So if she's hesitant to get the hint
I'll bet you that I get the message
Sent who she's messing with
Eloquent when I tell a chick not to
Never use sex as a weapon
When I step in and beat the wretched
Wench with a crescent wrench
Existential detriments to a lesbian
Devil
In the a presence stench of an
Estrogen level
That separatists like a Chechnian
Rebel
Impressionist with a pencil
A pessimist, with his lips pressed
Against
The edge of this Red Bull
Pedal to the metal I'm rippin' this shit
Cause right away I'll give it to a
Bitch like a pedestrian, deadly as
Ever
You see what kind of effects she has
On the opposite sex when I push her
Flexible little sexy ass through a
Plate of plexiglass
SHADYXV as perplexing as
The last fifteen years when I
Predicted my next relapse
When I spit these lyrics so don't look
At me weird
When I start shifting gears and shit
Re-smears all over Britney Spears
And these little Disney queers
Who use chicks for beards?
Just made that up too...
Oh in the Shady 2.0
We wrote in roman numerals like
They do for the Super Bowls
Cause it's supposed to confuse you
Hoes
The flows lose you as usual, so
Juvenile
2 year old when I go to the studio
It's only music but don't be foolish
Though
You don't know me through it ho but
You can blow me to it though
In my homie's Buick
Been known to lose it though so if I
Overdo it you drove me to it
When I step in the vocal booth like
I'm supposed to do
And I murder you on a fuckin' track
Like Tony Stewart
In one take, if I fuck up I don't redo it
You couldn't sound grown on a beat
If you were moaning to it
The day I don't say fuck you all, you
Can throw me through it
Rootin' this, tootin' this, shootin' this
From the hip
With the synonyms, Eminem isn't
Penning them for the women
I'm an enemy to them and the
Epitome of an inconsiderate idiot
But they consider me equivalent to
Chlamydia
They tryna get rid of me gadzooks
But I stiggity stand for the figgity flag
Of the United States and the
Freedom, I distribute these raps
Through
And if I catch you doing anything
Hindering or prohibiting that after I
Give me that
Tattoo of your lips on my ass I'mma
Be literally
Pickin' up and deliberately whippin'
The Statue of Liberty at you
WOOOOH!
Fuck it
Got it somewhere in there probably.