Masters of Illusion - Urban Legends lyrics

Scratched: "Here's a little story
That must be told"

No happy campers
Rappers sit in dirty-ass Pampers
It's an assassination, public lies
Now cover your eyes
My style gory Michael Edward
Urban Scissorhand cut
My Orenthal scamper, Hertz hurdles
Slicin his apple
I'm on some tight lyrics like Bill
Clinton get high and snicker
I run the United States, front nut
Guaranteed to get some focus from my
Folks in the cut an' they feel a partner
Runnin from home plate
Goin upstairs like I'm Galarraga
I'm not that sucker duck batterer that
You can bean with pitches
Spit in your mask like Romanowski
Did yo' face in public
Smack kids with fish wrap
I'm two rotations on the pitchback
Exploit the frontline, yo secondary
Throw salutes at
Too many rappers havin slumber
Parties smokin weed
I'm throwin stones and rappers pillow
Fight with all they might
Pimp slap your whole Earth
Her fat Aunt Jemimah ass works
Rappers get touched, molested, used up
And left neglected
And sell they Duke shoes for a tie in Cuban
Colombian paraphenalia, my styles cradle up
Your bald ass straight up I'll carry ya
And drop her off as human waste
Go kiss your broad
And tell me how my crooked stick taste

Urban legend raps, with city slickin facts
(Collars with feather stencil brims
To the max)
Urban legend stories, we gloatin, glory glory
(Men with styluses kid
Act like you never saw me)

Yo I'm very black
I move with skill on yo' wack ass
Kangols and bell bottoms
Dressed like Grandmaster Flash
Watch the kid get hurt my
Penis on his girl's anus
Ask me for autographs, the thongs are tight
Gimme the math check out the split's
Saw your moms naked in Black Tail
Hustler, Penthouse
They put your wife in Barely Legal
Openin legs with a pink
Shore and spreadin eagle
Whatchu want boy, on RapPages call me master
Stop actin pro, cause a lot of y'all
Sound homo
Panties on patios, your aunt call me daddy yo
MC's get mad
See me naked at they grandma's house
She's 59, pumps off, Nicole is lookin fine
Got Tina Turner cookin pancakes
Up on the burner
What's up son, gettin jealous
Feelin your mom's buns
Go play your PlayStation, go study aviation
I need some privacy, drawers off
New sensation
Three eight depth with porno movies
Tryin to show me booty
I call Motion while your sister
Rubs in Jergens lotion
69 got the rubber on, eatin popcorn
Most rappers out with cold hands
Eat my nuts warm


Scratched: "Two cool brothers that
Were put on hold"