The Verbal Surgeon Microphone Villain lyrics

the lyrical elitist I'm shattering competition fucking with me your only lessening your chance of living fucking with me your throwing away the life you were given your better off extorting committing crimes and sinning verbal warfare I'm attacking you through the speaker with the aggression I hold in to prevent from beating teachers lace your sneakers and prepare to meet the grim reaper the verbal surgeon is the undercover soul keeper the soul seeker it's clear to see your styles weaker the master defeater your style is meek and obsolete my styles complete wanna compete drop the beat dropping lines so hot I'll melt the gum soles off your feet victory is sweet but it's an acquired taste I can't get it out of mouth so get the fuck out my face evacuate the place like I was strapped with bombs plotting to cause more fucking casualties then Vietnam

The Microphone Villain lock your doors and hide your children I'm coming through fully equipped lyrically drilling hitting nerves deep down like a cavity filling nod your fucking head and raise your lighters to the ceiling

don't be alarmed when I grab the mic and I explode making you another victim of my verbal choke hold I rage out of control devour you swallow you whole eliminating competition no mercy my hearts cold don't bother to fight rest assured you face defeat my tactics can't be beat I'm making your troops retreat so fuck peace I can never refrain from sinking my fangs into your flesh injecting venom in your veins I leave you slain I'm bringing forth the pain the verbal surgeon making you clinically deranged destroying your morphology unstable psychologically with the power invested in me nobody's stopping me Let me show you what happens when I commit pass the microphone turn me up and observe as I spit not in it to quit so sit back and take observation the shit I spit is sicker then the blood of cancer patients


The Microphone Villain lock your doors and hide your children I'm coming through fully equipped lyrically drilling hitting nerves deep down like a cavity filling nod your fucking head and raise your lighters to the ceiling

analyze and I'll leave you surprised my mouth operates at temperature so hot it's known to sterilize verbally terrorize I devour the track the wicked surgeon steadily knocking niggas flat on their back the microphone villain lock your doors and hide your children you long for comfort I'm robbing you of what you are feeling I'm always killing on the mic for sport you try coming up in this game I'll cut your career short my lyrical violence is leaving niggas silenced I'm fueled by defiance smashing straight through your alliance no compliance going the against the current in simple terms the truest saying in life is that you live and learn the microphone is always my choice of weapon if it's in my possession I'm teaching you a lesson so you should never question the origin my aggression god like when I spit so call it a blessing