Good Villains Go Last - R.A. The Rugged Man, CZARFACE

You already know man…

My new name Czarfonzerelli, when you see me…

You just call me 'Czarfonzerelli'

Yeah, let’s 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 quota, black ops elite soldier

Move undercover through NY, Malik Yoba

G coder, beast moder, 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 and all this

My past is darker than the blackest magic marker in the

Hands of Clive Barker when he’s crafting Books of Blood

And I attack it harder, I’m Pat Tanaka

My sparring partner’s half of Sparta, my sack is larger

I crack apart an MC like an Iron Man toy with plastic armor

I’m the rap Chewbacca

Get my point across like Hawkeye, the Archer

You ain’t runnin shit like half-court games

You out for more 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

You’ll never save the lesser race of invaders from space

Come and devastate my Rebel base

But I will sink them in the ocean

With one motion of my hand, and track you down, like a Stan

Smack you down, that’s the plan

Beat you till your brains hollow like a moving van

I’m superhuman and I’ll prove it again and again

Swinging limbs like it’s sink or swim

These rappers set the bar low like Peter Dinklage at the gym

I’m Michelangelo, I’m mutagen, hooligan

You’re a terrapin, a shell of yourself, you brag about the metal

In your hands, that’s a kettlebell for your health

I’m bout to buckle down, like I pull a belt from the shelf

Ayo, bring that, and we can do a one-on-one even

And let the chips fall where they may like my son eating

Moe Dee black frames, 80s era crack pains

I smack veins, 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, I’m not to win

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

Gash her up like the whip that they beat Christ with

No enlightening, stay partisan

Fighting with the gays targeting

Frightening what 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