Mass Mic MurdererA-F-R-O

[Intro]

[Hook]
Ayo, don't even know, yo, yo
I'm the mic murderer!
Listen, l-listen listen
Mass-mass murderer!
You don't even know, ah, yo
I'm the mic murderer!
Listen, yo, ay

[Verse 1: A-F-R-O]
I'm the kinda guy that might be alligned with the right minds
But the rhyme will come bomb, the rhymes that I've written fine
Precise timin', my rhymes strike in the mic in my hand
My assignment combine timin' with mic [?]
A shooting star, I root it all, you'll soon be out
I make you blood red like the bright nose of Rudolph
A knife fight in the dark, bringing in comfort, and warmth
You get offensive, I suggest mics go back to your swamp
Confuse you all, leave your whore, nude, and all
[?] cause, she's practically, a booty call
With a smooth voice, groove choice, [?] toys
And due to fall victim transition tubes, boy
A funeral for you fixing a [?], feeble attempts from you
Found a fitted embarrassment
Hilarity ensues, don't compare me to you
Compared to me to you, lyrical monster is who you [?] with

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[Verse 2: A-F-R-O]
I call the magical, what happened to be, the black action
Compact kind of contract chance, superhero status
Call me Blackie Chan with these high-kicks, my fixes
The nicest, the pipes that you smoke is enticing
Fist is equivilant to Mike Tyson, the mic the strike of lightning
Might be a gentlemen, but then again, alcoholism runs through My veins, making my visual frames spit, and
Leaving these niggas as jitterous, hit 'em with any kind of
A menace, go ignorant, literally fit in the picture
And continue to [?], being a mean as felon that which
My melon don't spit through these visual lyrics
Got it going on in significantly, leader, and leading these MC's
Free into a land
Full of mics, and rhymes, and chimes, and kick, and snare
Step in A-F-R-O territory, suckas beware

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