YungRhymeAssassin - Mykki Blanco

Roll call, motherfucker

Heads out here is fronting

Niggas think they’ve seen it all, but I’m about to show 'em something

Had a price on my head, but I knew them cats was bluffing, mang

Let them haters hate coz most of them ain’t come from nothing

Bad nigga, bad bitch

Blanco’s on the run, shit!

Illuminati Prince, Einsteining on these dumb shits

Come quick, come hither

Damn these bitches looking bitter

Motherfucker, recognize you’re dealing with a silent killer

Feel her on the stage

Bottled all my rage

Nigga wrote it on a page

Spit it, nigga

Spill it, sage

You motherfucking babies, it’s time to act your age

And don’t be surprised, boys, when I’m sitting center stage

Coz naturally disturbed, I’m fucking with you herbs

I’m fucking what you heard

But I ain’t fucking with no birds

Motherfucka what’s the word is?

Blah blah blah blah Blanco

Loose at the mouth

Bitch niggas gone retardo

He got the mark of the beast on his forehead

These rap niggas napping on me, yo, like they was dopeheads

But let these niggas nap, this shit’s finna be a wrap

I’m creeping while they sleepin'

The last Mohican

Diagnose my steelo?

A little too much ego

Mindfuck a bitch, they call my dick Magneto

C’mon bluh, what’s a hater to the blessed?

What’s keeping a young nigga from reaching for the best?

Coz I’m a mercenary, break bread with nobody

If my rhymes was a gun, you’d be some dead somebodies

I’m in the passenger of the purple Maserati

This hottie said, «Shorty, coz the honeys count the moneys»

You need some surgery?

Why you looking so funny?

Oh a bitch was on the come-up, while you was playing dummy

Well now she talking shit like your asshole — runny

Signing contracts with carrots, pink fur — it’s Babs Bunny

Now tell me, what other bitch is vibin' this cool?

What other bitch got hood niggas saying, «She rules?»

Now let me pay these girls with my black card

Look, you fucking retard, Blanco’s got a new beast for her scrapyard

Gag like a magpie

Coo like a pigeon

I’m a perm in too long

You’re begging and you’re wishing for forgiveness

Now witness the beginning of the end

Inhale that hydro, my friend

And if this nigga wasn’t mixxy, nigga could be big like Biggie

Funny that you say that, Billy, coz this lyricist is killing

Any hip-hop head that’s willing to stand up, bow down

They call themselves rappers, but all I see is clowns

Circusing the streets, ringmaster of the beat

Niggas sell they soul, but hell, a nigga’s gotta eat

Most of these bitches hating, now they wanna kiss my feet

But let me finish my words before I even have to speak

See, you try to come for me, hey, but now you live for me

I revel in the infamy, but you just joined my infantry

Le Blanca, the Don Diva Donna

We head for the hills coz this nigga brings the trauma

Yo!

Why bother, poppa?

The end here is imminent

You will only benefit from bowing down, you must submit

I settle every score

Blast you with my MegaForce

Tease you like a matador

I know y’all wasn’t ready for

Young Castro, the Blanco rhyme sniper

My word is the bullet

Bullet hits you, I’m a Viper

Rah!

Ima behead you

Stub to me, I’ll dead you

Well, I ain’t get the memo and your ass ain’t on the schedule

Hey, you ate the laced shrooms

And it’s a bad trip

Hallucinating dipshits, lock em in my loony bin

Y’all niggas kill me tryna steal my shine

You hoes is on at 6 o’clock and I’m the prime time

Dirt slinging this grime coz the bitch is grimy

The bomb is ticking and your ass got bad timing

Yo, play with those Barbies, rock them old Queen B looks

Them bitches building blocks and Mykki Blanco is a textbook

First lesson, little one, question not

The red-boned fembots blowing up spots

The caramel cosmonaut boom straight shot

Yo, she Judy Jetson kid, who you fucking messing with?

Mykki Blanco is the head honcho

Get hitmen and kings and assassins in the Congo

Bitch you better think before you throw that shade

I put that pussy up for sale — black market slave trade

I’m sorry that I had to put y’all through this

But you have to understand that I’m so damn ruthless

Shopping in my fangs and you’re bum-bitch toothless

I’m Imelda Marcos and you’re broke-ass shoeless

Crown myself the king, scratch it off my to-do list

«As if!"-ing all you bitches coz you’re so damn Clueless

In this life, honey, you either got it or you don’t

Take from me my title — never that — no you won’t

Well I’m a catwalk, kid, and you’re a lookbook

Well I’m an earthquake, got all these sheeps shook

Hair done, nails done, the Blanco so clean

Ass fat, throw it back, damn that bitch is mean

Raising hell on the scene, yes my words do sting

Excuse me while I puff then lean

Rage against the machine, rage against the machine

Rage a- Rage against the machine

Rage against the machine!