Lecs Luther
Текст песни Dia Dhuit

[Lecs Luther]
Uh, charm a little rapper with flows whiter than Casper
Vividly slaying villains while diddily-picking Flanders
Picking the answers 20 of 10 chance it
Green monster mosh pit greater than sea cactus
I break graces breaking racists to face lifts
Dirty is the track, 69 on my playlist
The black racist, heil Hitler to Satan
Oops, I mean the snotty-nosed fellow is half-Asian
Caucasian, swapped Ray Charles for Ray-Bans

Gimme a mic and a crowd full of babies
I redance bets swapping eight greats for goat cheese (?)
Who let the handsome villain boogie on his bare knees
His rhymes and the X created sex and adultery
Give me the loofah the beef stew with the baked bread
His rhymes so articulate smacking nuns with severed heads
He often tells tales like an old negro spiritual
Half-African brother his IQ's lethal
I wrote this rap with a broken figure and severed limb
Arm of the dagger the duffle bag is a loosey ten
Give me the shottie I'm slaying rappers with bad pilates
Coughing up that crack I call it a John Gotti
Inciting a riot and mask your fucking slave ship
Got these creme crackers nodding and saying the greatest
Oh, stop it before I pop it and lock it
Redeveloped philosophies greater to flop poppins (?)
A little casual, showboater, a ladies man
Always kept the charmer the last place for the pizza man
He who dares staring the past out the past it bake
Even though the rotten apple dirtier than Luther's plates
Get me a rapper to sic him the bright raw flesh
I'll wax off his tattoos and leave an "L" on his chest
Give him a chicken noodle, wet willy, or beating brutal
Leave him like Gandhi with a bald head screaming "Luther"
Catfish, Tomcat and Popovich
Always kept a piece of paper hidden in his manuscript
Fried fish and fried cod for cold days
Feed him to some killing bet you'd never guess the brother's name
Charm a little bastard with flows that hot as catfish
Never touch the mic unless your name starts with "L," bitch

Jimmity-Crickity, wrote this rap with a hand white
Kept the critics guessing because he baked a couple cream pies
Now he's laughing off some helium or pork pipes
Always wore dirty socks up on me, little shady guy
I am Chaka Kahn, shocking a diabetic, momma
Laughing at the niggas and the kikes that recite my songs
Hi mom, my cat's wearing an apron
Silly cheese sandwich is amazing praying graces (?)
Yeah, it's Lexy Lu, uniquely I like Spanish juice
Slurping that bag of guts and intestines for the men-u
Doper than crack in Milli's pipe
Praying fanny fantastic
A rhyming scheme a cannibal chewing bandy elastics
Dropping the shiniest, grimy, weirdest and sound ledges
Greatest effort from Luther
I'll duke you into a court smith
Dropping the severed head and raw raps for the audience
Stupid little charmer with rhyming skills and mad glint
Snapping the elderly and clergymen for smoking crack
Coldest villain enlighten the crowd off some blackjack, wax tack
Untrue some disease Luther raps crack
Yeah he knows but I'm rhyming you this raw rap
He stole the show, he bust a move, I mean he bust a nut
Class act, Luther is the shit, a real assy muff
Seven-Eleven and rhyming secrets from heaven
With his blue jeans, Dapper Dan, sneaky little fella

Awesome with his words, call him Baldwin
Finest in his state, a finer diner with Clarkson
Give him a mic and a crowd full of Asians
A childish bastard with bigger lips than an...uh
Jay-Z but with his flow is quite lazy
Spend his day reading and picking a couple daisies
Crack a pipe quicker than a junkie
The flow is quite icky
I'm dumpty to the fucking humpty
He broke his neck severing lyrics from his favorite show
Cartoon lyrics spitter a dummy from Galactico
Pass him the ketchup with the bloody rag, broken nose
If you want the monster praise well you find him so
Tie your shoes and take the bow, make it snappy
Luther's the name, never needed a fuck nappy