Mr Mayhem - Let's Eat!

September 18th 2003
Was just a Baby grew outta my dreams
Instead of day dreams move powerfully
To get on stages knew that's in my genes
Jest in improv do magic mc
Whatever lifts off you bastards will see
A veteran called to congratulate me
An actual rapper so fasten that in your seat
Cause baby maybe changes start happening quick
(Heard) playlists playing shady from back of the whip
(A) crazy raging mayhem born after that shit
Rap made me a list ready start racking up clips
Been to hell and back spit in the Devil's face
Friends who sell out stab Nick in the tail end brace
Sins grew hella fast shit it's a turtle race
Pencils spill on wax bitch let us celebrate
This is me and I'm working on it
Honestly I'm done cursing on his
Orders see the person on this
Sonnet seen is the first time of his
Odyssey the toxic bullshit gotten to him
This garden tool I'm not done moving
Sorry stupid I'm cocked and shooting (yuck)
Better find another brother fucked with Judas
Imma Pull up with the millimeter POP this full clip
Imma complex human a walking Rubik's
A Musical genius call me Shostakovich

September 18th 2019 yuh
Remembered this thing no sucka mc's
I never made shit Dude just liked writing
Eleven minute made symphony at 16
Yeah okay it was shit but that shit's my baby
I never made shit but now look at me
A damn year later and a record waiting
Forever praising the song that made me yuh
Perfect my flow from head to toe professional I set a goal
Start mixing those r records yo they tailored nice like evermore
I've been this dope y'all pitiful my repertoire's exceptional
September born on the west coast the 702 Oo
What a spectacle who knew that a legend grown to do
What the kids look up to dude and get better than you Oo
Dad in hospitals too soon mother got set up screwed true
Brother pitiful feud blew up to death threats and oo oo (Layer oo oo)
Finna vrin vrin on the bitches that think Nick can be chewed through
On that vintage shit that 666 the devil's in you dude
For the pricks that ditched the Benedicts ya pitiful boo hoo
Bitch I been a dick you benefit and then ya dip too true

See You mad at me for a fued that you started
But a fool and his money are soon are soon parted (FACTS)
I was told I'm too honest and dudes get rude off it
I knew shit was funny as soon I grew pockets (Bitch)
Few artists who con shit and move product I doubt it
Mufasa grew up in a group scars and divided
You heard it Tupac was abused off it who shot it
Dude stop it you not it just goon pop shit and (Ahh)
You kamikazed through constant hobbies and not a dollar
You carbon copies who caught bukakke to cop a baller
You fucking sheep y'all fucking weak
I fucking your bitch ho you not the father

September 18th 2020
Remember making that album release
And then the date creeped up out of the trees
Would never release if I ain't proud of it G
Final product I had brought up that wasn't me
I Teeter tottered I recorded back to the beats (Beats)
I'll be honest I fell off it for like 6 weeks
I got back on it gotten godly scrapping the weak (Weak)
Cut the fat from the meat laughing as I'm grabbing a seat
John Doe got cold fucking savage let's eat

Written by:
Nicholas Wagmeister

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