Lyrical Molestation

[Intro]

They call me Lethal Lip, The linguistic

Full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic

Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics

I got hairs on my funk and I didn't flunk diaper rash

I'm hooked on phonics packing a vicious vocabulary

Malicious with malice and mayhem straight out of a p-funk dictionary

Give me the mic and watch me slay them

Those lame illiterate poetic systems

Pisses me off

Should be missing me with that shit

Putting that petty poetry package pathetically in front of me

I suppress; I arrest the best of MCs regularly

[Verse 1]

In the beginning I was doubted

Slid in and rerouted

This shit to places y'all bitches weren't even thinking bout hittin'

Heads splittin', shittin' hard on niggas

With a name like Brat exotic cars and large bank figures

A high rank nigga

Top spot taker

Maker of some hot shit loose

Makin' it hard for all yall bitches to move around like moose

Bruise whateva touch come through in a clutch

Bitch beat me never heard of such

Niggas say I'm just too much

Consistent dollar clocker

Sipping lemonade and vodka

Private shopper live and die hip hopper

With the platinum touch

That's what the fuck up

And I ain't tryna lack and slack shit

I'm tryna pack and stack shit

To continue to make phat shit

[Chorus]

And niggas know..

The lyrical molestin is takin place

And when Da Brat is in your area your shit ain't safe

To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin'

Competitions a must everytime I bust

And niggas know..

The lyrical molestin is takin place

And when Da Brat is in your area your shit ain't safe

To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin'

Competitions a must everytime I bust

[Verse 2]

I'm livin' in high times with a lifeline when the sun don't shine often

Taught that the bare necessity was to never let no nigga see me soften

Coughin' up phlegm in the morning from choking on dank daily

Beware my attitude shady pay me and serenade this lady

Reached impossible limits no gimmick lyrics

Livin' trife and lavish Ms. Harris with 25 karats

To cherish the iced out ouster perpetual roll

The swish and burn it slow cats me know

Never fishin' for roaches or smokin' the hocus pocus

Once I was the brokest bitch now afford the dopest shit

The poker Chips get placed on the misses with twisted

Shoe here

Chi town's windy city creeper weed keeper

Redrumming niggas like the shining when the molestation begins

[Chorus]

And niggas know..

The lyrical molestin is takin place

And when Da Brat is in your area your shit ain't safe

To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin'

Competitions a must everytime I bust

And niggas know..

The lyrical molestin is takin place

And when Da Brat is in your area your shit ain't safe

To live my whole life lavish I lust plus crushin'

Competitions a must everytime I bust

[Verse 3]

If you consider yourself to be a competitor

The object of the game is to bury ya

Get the cheddar the mo' the merrier 3-1-2 the area

Prepare for my brigade to stay paid and obligated

To knock off niggas in ways you only saw take place in animation

Your expiration date is past due

We conjured up this shit to last you till infinity

Finna be multimillion in a minute

Only solo ho to do more than your average bitch

Making niggas sick and having fits watchin me push the Benz six

Admit it I'm da type to get addicted to like China

Watch you fucking wit pure dough

Tonight's da night we all get high

Niggas know Brat take without askin

Leaving everlasting gashes on you bastards

Lyrical assassin and niggas know

[Outro]

Therefore this rap rendition introdition of competition

Made some motherfucker before the first admission

Gets to a center mountain I sip the spout

Rhyming ad infinitum

I pee in the fountain then I claw

Clutching the cliff cuz I've got to get higher

Into the mantic with the mad messiah

GC's going crazy hacking the channel through all the slack rappers

I pack I pack a bag I travel

To the peninsula with the posse I peep over the edge

Drop a rock over your head as you leaving up the ledge to lead on

Leaving you mangled, tangled in your mic chord

Your momma would've been better in battle

Your boasting is bogus; silly posing

Putting your petty poetry package pathetically in front of me

I suppress; I arrest the best of MCs regularly