Cordaway - Antichrist Lyrics

I'm cleaning up the scum , better get the Lysol
Grimy from New York like some dirty white socks
I'm up before the birds, grind past night fall
I'll punch a hole in your logic like a sheet of drywall
We can't see eye to eye, you don't reach my eyeballs
That's a lot of big talk when you're only 5 tall
If you wanna battle ,ready up , fights on
Don't be racist, I'll hunt you like a bison
It's a cold day in hell if I battled you and I lost
Your bitch a chicken head, she can ride my cock
Plus your main bitch is someone else's side thot
You thought you were shining til I cut your lights off
I'll mop the floor with your dreads if we be rivals
Fat boy is skinny jeans , prance around in high tops
I'll clock you in the Face so hard that time stops
You don't have the arms to pull up , that's a f*cking MIC drop

Get crucified if you step to me , Christ Kross
Don't be stupid , guy , better plea , Christ Kross
If you really like , plex with me Christ Kross
You won't out rhyme and emcee , Christ Kross
Get crucified if you step to me , Christ Kross
Don't be stupid , guy , better plea , Christ Kross
If you really like , plex with me Christ Kross
You won't out rhyme and emcee , Christ Kross
Nut up, Nut up
Bitch , you need to motha f*ckin shut up
Nut up , Nut up
Bitch , you need to motha f*ckin shut up
Nut up , Nut up
Bitch , you need to motha f*ckin shut up
Nut up ,Nut up
Bitch , you need to motha f*ckin shut up

You are nothing but a hater , even though I'm so much greater
I'm a f*cking paper chaser , you can't keep up with the pace
I'm the realist , you're a faker
You can't even get your plays up
Boy , you're f*cking with a player ; you just quit like a gamer
I'm on a roll like a skater and I'm grinding , see you later
I'm a music innovator , you can't even be creative
Heavy metal terminator spitting flames , incinerator
CROSSED you out , annihilated
You can f*ck with Cordaway

Nut up , Nut up
Bitch , you need to motha f*ckin shut up
Nut up , Nut up
Bitch , you need to motha f*ckin shut up
Nut up , Nut up
Bitch , you need to motha f*ckin shut up
Nut up , Nut up
Bitch , you need to motha f*ckin shut up

You're f*cking with a cool cat , get a life, dog
I'm coming down like heavy rain til the sky falls
I'm your daddy bitch and I'm leaving , bye son
You're just a rap goon , I'm a f*cking rhyme boss
I'm anonymous, mask on ; Guy Fawkes
I'm the chef with the recipe, get off my sauce
I can have your bitch at my side like my glock so you better watch out cuz I just might pop
You couldn't cut me with scissors, that's because I rock
You're a rat bastard about to meet the python
Now i got your fans checking out my songs , I got an eye on you ,Fetty Wap ; Cyclops
I'm about to run you down and just drive off
You failed at the game , that's another life lost
Your head is my target , hit you with a knife toss
You don't have the arms to pull up , that's a f*cking MIC drop

Get crucified if you step to me , Christ Kross
Don't be stupid , guy. ; Better plea , Christ Kross
If you really like , plex with me Christ Kross
You won't out rhyme and emcee , Christ Kross
Get crucified if you step to me , Christ Kross
Don't be stupid , guy. ; Better plea , Christ Kross
If you really like , plex with me Christ Kross
You won't out rhyme and emcee , Christ Kross
Nut up , Nut up
Bitch , you need to motha f*ckin shut up
Nut up , Nut up
Bitch , you need to motha f*ckin shut up
Nut up , Nut up
Bitch , you need to motha f*ckin shut up
Nut up , Nut up
Bitch , you need to motha f*ckin shut up

Slow it down for the eggheads , I'm a 1 man wrecking crew
You can't even say shit
I rap , mix , master , make beats and produce
Jesus f*cking Christ you CROSSED the wrong motha f*cker
You can't can't keep up with me, homie , when I run my mouth like Busta
You better watch your step because you're straight tripping I'm straight pimping, you can't even get your dick in
You live in Nebraska but your racist towards Natives
You live in tornado alley , well, I'm the Texas tornado
Get merc'd by my killer flow Say a prayer, rest in peace
I'm on a whole other level , you can't even step to me
Twitter king ? More like glitter queen , compared side-by-side , you ain't shit to me
I'm like a 10 car pile up when I come and wreck the beat
I'm the Antichrist when my wicked rhymes drop
You ought to think twice next time you wise off
Proclaiming you're "Christ Kross" makes you a false icon
You don't have the arms to pull up , that's a f*cking MIC drop