DESCRIPTION:
yessir.... for the next tape.... tell me what you think

MIKE D : http://www.datpiff.com/Mike_D_Mike_D_Beatsbyd_Volume_7.m191544.html

ACOUPSTIX: http://www.facebook.com/pages/AcoupstixGGM/176531209885

LYRICS:

it that massacring villain
another track who gonna kill it
another track he gonna fill it
from the floor to the ceiling
so revealing to those who feel him
so concealing to those who reeling
appealing mixed with realest
but fuck those who were never peering
charles comma ray
he come from round the way
from the burg to the bay
and its another verse that he slay
with superb flow displayed
etch his name and then engraved
the lyrics on the stones he layed
from the bottom to his future stay
sutures break, stitches split
when the force emmits from lips
catching flame, flickering
spitting slang, and liquoring
sicker then some sickle cells
so go and get ya personal,
to break down his material
cuz he hittin well while flipping hell
madam mouselle, suce mi bit, Oi?
chupeme mi verga , si,
or you could suck the meat
touching heat, crushing seats
so find some balance on those feet
fuck your rump, fuck your couch
brought the bump, up from the south
break it down like mary jane
shaking sounds, reverberate
the vertabrate, and murder tapes
and yes it was the curb today
but tommorrow its the cabriolet
rap estate with plaques and gates
till the day i pass away ive come to make the passion stay
flashing fangs, i bark and bite
spark the gar and start the flight
park the car and cut the lights
with art i spar, with guts i write
off the top like overthrown
flowing tones you know hes stoned
throwing bows on microphones
till he growing old, tom jones
what's new pussy cat?
yes i came to push this rap
right into your fucking cap
until your brain begins to snap
confrontational and slanderous
prolly could handle this
get smoked like this was canibus
send them fakes back to canadas
its that massacaring villain
another track who gonna kill it
another track he gonna fill it
from the floor to the ceiling
so revealing to those who feel him
so concealing to those who reeling
appealing mixed with realest
but fuck those who were never peering
but he reappearing
searing ears till they all fearing
makavelli and the christ combined and intertwine into one spirit
jot a lyric pop tympanics
grab the top with my own hand then
grab the rock and drop the jam and
be commanding what you demanding
year of the walking deaf