banging up MCs trying to maintain their status
a rap addict, with a penchant for rapping mad hatted
your throat's of course hoarse with discourse
freestyle easily, take the cake in my porsche

off-center, on quicker, than anyone else
try to beat me and get shelved
or buried in the desert like those E.T carts
eat your heart, out, in, all around parts

i'm just a marvelous half-hazardous bastard
sitting at campfires with a gooze head plastered on
half-past is the time to get living, dash to
paint pictures of pilgrims eating thanksgiving

the beat is crazy like a stuttering fool
an sputtering pool of words that'll leave you null
peeps say hey, if you get the message, check it
direct it back to your friends so they know who's neckin

it's like how sickness affects all of us, test your luck
and see how much i don't give a (PENIS!)
you try to find a better MC, and he's looks all bushwhacked
where's his god-damn suit, tie, and fancy hat?

i'm so cool, i steal cars and drive them into pools
like i'm playing GTA with cheats on, a ghoul
haunting in your house like luigi's mansion
fashioning the crashing down of your vocal cords like charles manson

oh yes you can't son, oh no you will run
it's like star trek, but phasers not on stun
wicked, lick-ed, the beat with sick images
killing quickly and leaving with no witnesses

(PENIS, PENIS!)
(PENIIIIS!)
(PENIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSS!)

-lyrics

this is amazing bread my nigga ^o^

thanks my nigga we bouncin like tigga

update: instrumental
https://soundcloud.com/capbeardful/bushwhacked

aw yea