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Yeh, yeh, one-two, one-two, Czarface. Ayo Deck, you ready? | Yeh lets go | Test me, I run upside your head like Jet Li
Yeh, yeh, one-two, one-two, Czarface. Ayo Deck, you ready? You already know man... My new name Czarfonzerelli, when you see me... you just call me 'Czarfonzerelli' Yeh lets go Test me, I run upside your head like Jet Li So raw, so pure call it fresh squeeze On the town more than Rex Reeve Deck he's something like the FDA How I check cheese I reach [?], black ops elite soldier Move undercover through NY, Malik Yoba G coder, beast [?], never cease motor Machine gun rap clap until the beats over Czarfonzerelli so cool He toss a quarter in the juke-box from across the room And what I spit upon tome, takes over your mind The rhyme is like Victor Von Doom From the womb to the tomb The boom bap ritual Not the typical, bullshit that you listen to Its principle, hip hop that's what you call this For more bars than Mardi Gras an [?] My past is darker than the blackest magic marker and the Hands of Clive Barker when he's crafting books [?] I attack it harder I'm Pat Tanaka My sparring partner's half of Sparta My sack is larger I'm the rap Chewbacca I get my point across like [?] The Archer You ain't runnin shit like [?] You out for fame that makes me say "Y" like the J in Björk's name Look at you and look at me You look like a shook emcee Only time you load the clips is when you put in Pusha T Kill 'em, drill 'em, grill 'em I'm a villain I'm like Leatherface Moe Dee black frames, 80s era crack pains I smack names, I snatch chains, I lack brains Hijack planes, under siege like you riding Casey Ryback trains My rap reigns like G Rap, Kane's Mind manipulated, brain dead spoon fed public Might as well rip off your head and put your brain in your stomach Genghis Khan modern mongol on your block conquering Get every suburban hot soccer mom cock gobbling I'm the white living in the cave Protestant [?]? the opposite of white wooly hair and bronze copper skin With just one rhyme, I entertain the deaf, dumb, blind I'm clever with my words like a Lord Finesse punchline Fight quick, bloody butcher knife and an ice pick Put a cop's testicles in a vice grip And sodomize him with his nightstick Strike quick, beat a white chick with my white dick Gas you up like the whip that they beat Price with No enlightening, stay partisan Fighting with the gays targeting Frightened with the brains harboring Bright with the days darkening Wings up, Heaven Razah, I'm a thug angel I've been unstable since banging beats on a lunch table Rock Adidas or fedora dookie Rev Run cable I'm louder than Wu-Tang, Mobb Deep and Big Pun label Czar
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