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Lemme cook
by Mykill Darcshyne
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It's your boy, ISYG, let's get it Y'all know what this is, I'm Comin' for your
Heads and puttin' em on my wall Ha, c'mon Mike, yo, let us cook
Yo, let me cook for a minute Been stirrin' the pot, got the beef All in
It Beat so hard, gotta go pause And call for a
Medic I'm in the cut, no Anasthetic
Never give an eff, but always Meant it Stayed authentic, kept it Reak, y'all know
The deal I'm ill, never Disrespected
Yo, let me cook for a minute Been stirrin' the pot, got the beef All in
It Beat so hard, gotta go pause And call for
A medic I'm in the cut, no Anesthetic
Never give an ass, but always Meant it Stayed authentic, kept it Real, y'all know
The deal I'm ill, never Distespected
My blades cut through your PULMONARY Leave you in a Pool bloody buried
Shit gets scary when you say Mike three times Kinda like a Bloody Mary
Blood splattered, torture Cadavers as the pulleys vary
The tools that I carry, got your Blood pools Oozing like carries, I'm lookin' like a Nazi
Doctor pullin' out a tooth from The root that's buried
Shootin' steady, bullet wounds And fumes heavy
Choke from the gun smoke, your Guts look like ma's spaghetti
Shots belly up, stitch you like a Tummy tuck We apex since Youngsters
Have your white meat exposed Outside for the birds
Like a lunch truck, and any can Get it Just like the Losers Club
Get it? No? Guess you're not Wise enough Penny for your Thoughts , I'm funny like Michael
Myers was For certain, but when Its curtains
Then it's a cut, the American Version The predator bringin' The terror that's lurkin
Death is for certain, your flesh Will be squirtin
Nights stalking when the skies Darken I'm batshit crazy, Gotham
Run up on you like you got a problem Pop one in you, broke Condoms
Michael sees all like Dexter Michael C. Hall, Dexter
Inside of me is a killer Inside of Me is a killer
Yo, let me cook for a minute Been stirrin' the pot, got the beef All in
It Beat so hard, gotta go pause And call for
A medic I'm in the cut, no Anasthetic
Never give a f what always Meant it Stayed authentic, kept it
Will y'all know the deal? I'm Feeling' disrespected
Yo, let me cook for a minute Been stirrin' the pot, got the beef All in
It Beat so hard, gotta go pause And call for a
Medic I'm in the cut, no Anasthetic
Never give a f but always meant It Stayed authentic, kept it
Real y'all know the deal? I'm I'll Never' disrespected
I'm a hunter with a collection of livers And a pump-action Shotgun to smash ya kins
Cause inside is a killer, a new Fashion thriller Mike's back at it, Red jacket with the zippers
But iller, Halloween scenes With Your boo Then I'm a ghoster, Woo
Grave Digger was locked out in The cold Been knockin' for a Minute
Now that you let us in the building It's about to get Vampiric
By the time you hear this, it's too Late Grab a seat,si vous plais
There's rules to this ish, so you Gone' learn today heyyyy
Number one, is that I'm real Number two, is that Mike's ill
Number three, sometimes Mike Might kill Number four, is that I'm him
Every single diss that I dropped Is a fired-off shot
To drop the vitals of my rivals If We talkin' hip-hop, I can beat Any idol
With both of my eyes closed For The title, Michael's like a missile
Versus your itty-bitty pistols One In your kiss hole
Make your lips swole, bust our Rhymes when I flip-mode
On my grizzle this year I want The crown that comes with the Chair
I'm comin' this year Y'all runnin' Scared
Whenever you're seein' them Shots flare So don't compare, We're not equal
Even if you cross the line taking Shots at me thats just shaq level In a free throw
So if you're nice, I'm double Trouble
Fuck Dax, I'm that black rap Devil He's black ashes, trash bag Level
His ass is grass, pass me the Shovel And hand me my black Double-double
This is where I bury him Cemetarian , they don't want the Beef
Vegetarians, leave them sleepin' With the fishes
Aquarium, when I sacrifice your Goats You better pray for them
Put your hands together, say an Amen I'm startin' the beef and I'm cookin' it
Rotisserie style, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-Ha Yeah, I-S-Y-G
It's your boy, ISYG, let's get it Y'all know what this is, I'm Comin' for your
Heads and puttin' em on my wall Ha, c'mon Mike, yo, let us cook
Yo, let me cook for a minute Been stirrin' the pot, got the beef All in
It Beat so hard, gotta go pause And call for a
Medic I'm in the cut, no Anasthetic
Never give an eff, but always Meant it Stayed authentic, kept it Reak, y'all know
The deal I'm ill, never Disrespected
Yo, let me cook for a minute Been stirrin' the pot, got the beef All in
It Beat so hard, gotta go pause And call for
A medic I'm in the cut, no Anesthetic
Never give an ass, but always Meant it Stayed authentic, kept it Real, y'all know
The deal I'm ill, never Distespected
My blades cut through your PULMONARY Leave you in a Pool bloody buried
Shit gets scary when you say Mike three times Kinda like a Bloody Mary
Blood splattered, torture Cadavers as the pulleys vary
The tools that I carry, got your Blood pools Oozing like carries, I'm lookin' like a Nazi
Doctor pullin' out a tooth from The root that's buried
Shootin' steady, bullet wounds And fumes heavy
Choke from the gun smoke, your Guts look like ma's spaghetti
Shots belly up, stitch you like a Tummy tuck We apex since Youngsters
Have your white meat exposed Outside for the birds
Like a lunch truck, and any can Get it Just like the Losers Club
Get it? No? Guess you're not Wise enough Penny for your Thoughts , I'm funny like Michael
Myers was For certain, but when Its curtains
Then it's a cut, the American Version The predator bringin' The terror that's lurkin
Death is for certain, your flesh Will be squirtin
Nights stalking when the skies Darken I'm batshit crazy, Gotham
Run up on you like you got a problem Pop one in you, broke Condoms
Michael sees all like Dexter Michael C. Hall, Dexter
Inside of me is a killer Inside of Me is a killer
Yo, let me cook for a minute Been stirrin' the pot, got the beef All in
It Beat so hard, gotta go pause And call for
A medic I'm in the cut, no Anasthetic
Never give a f what always Meant it Stayed authentic, kept it
Will y'all know the deal? I'm Feeling' disrespected
Yo, let me cook for a minute Been stirrin' the pot, got the beef All in
It Beat so hard, gotta go pause And call for a
Medic I'm in the cut, no Anasthetic
Never give a f but always meant It Stayed authentic, kept it
Real y'all know the deal? I'm I'll Never' disrespected
I'm a hunter with a collection of livers And a pump-action Shotgun to smash ya kins
Cause inside is a killer, a new Fashion thriller Mike's back at it, Red jacket with the zippers
But iller, Halloween scenes With Your boo Then I'm a ghoster, Woo
Grave Digger was locked out in The cold Been knockin' for a Minute
Now that you let us in the building It's about to get Vampiric
By the time you hear this, it's too Late Grab a seat,si vous plais
There's rules to this ish, so you Gone' learn today heyyyy
Number one, is that I'm real Number two, is that Mike's ill
Number three, sometimes Mike Might kill Number four, is that I'm him
Every single diss that I dropped Is a fired-off shot
To drop the vitals of my rivals If We talkin' hip-hop, I can beat Any idol
With both of my eyes closed For The title, Michael's like a missile
Versus your itty-bitty pistols One In your kiss hole
Make your lips swole, bust our Rhymes when I flip-mode
On my grizzle this year I want The crown that comes with the Chair
I'm comin' this year Y'all runnin' Scared
Whenever you're seein' them Shots flare So don't compare, We're not equal
Even if you cross the line taking Shots at me thats just shaq level In a free throw
So if you're nice, I'm double Trouble
Fuck Dax, I'm that black rap Devil He's black ashes, trash bag Level
His ass is grass, pass me the Shovel And hand me my black Double-double
This is where I bury him Cemetarian , they don't want the Beef
Vegetarians, leave them sleepin' With the fishes
Aquarium, when I sacrifice your Goats You better pray for them
Put your hands together, say an Amen I'm startin' the beef and I'm cookin' it
Rotisserie style, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-Ha Yeah, I-S-Y-G