Mad Hatter (Explicit)

Mad Hatter (Explicit) - Archangel Metatron/Lost Secret/G-Clef da Mad Komposa

What's up yo it's the gods

Not the true and living five percent gods

Real actual gods in the house

And it's about time we let ya'll triflin' a** niggas know

We running out of patience with you get it together

Right now

You asking me if this the end of time

Go ask a human being and you still won't know

You're like asking a man's penis where a dildo go

Your sh*t be boring and let's face it you can't think straight

Your like a rat in a maze and I be the cheese maker

Great architecht and you be the great faker

Look around your planet and contemplate your fall

Mansion world ni**a watch me bounce you down the hall

You see there's so many ways to slay you you making it easy

Let's start with them cheesy a** beats

And all that temporal nonsense full of non sequitors and incompletes

Your sh*t cold garbage ni**a get a motherf**kin' clue

You see there's two basic methods to approach in ruining you

One make like puffy and overtly advertize you

Two make like kool keith and ultramagnetize you

I float like a killa bee you bounce like a bumble

I made all the thugs cry when I closed down the tunnel

Trife niggas you ain't got no wins in mi casa

I crush your stupid dreams and eat up all your pasta

Cuz you trife a waste of life dead matter

Your pockets may be fatter but I'm the mad hatter

Trife niggas you ain't got no wins in mi casa

I crush your stupid dreams and eat up all your pasta

Cuz you trife a waste of life dead matter

Your pockets may be fatter but I'm the mad hatter

New york ni**a now it's time to switch the flow

Ya'll rap's trash who's dick you blow

Was it mr a r did he say you'd get hoes and cars

Your dreams so f**king retarded there's more than rap and b balling

Why can't you be a doctor or try to sell some real ***

Leave hip hop to lost secret I'll let you pretend you real thugs

But you not I asked your mother ni**a

So I went back in time and punched her stomach ni**a

And since I used that ignorant word to rhyme itself

Can I sign a deal or does my wackness need some help

You so pathetic blah blah edit whatever f**k what I say

Who the f**k listens to my rhymes anyway

Bring the hook in early ni**a f**k it

Trife niggas you ain't got no wins in mi casa

I crush your stupid dreams and eat up all your pasta

Cuz you trife a waste of life dead matter

Your pockets may be fatter but I'm the mad hatter

Trife niggas you ain't got no wins in mi casa

I crush your stupid dreams and eat up all your pasta

Cuz you trife a waste of life dead matter

Your pockets may be fatter but I'm the mad hatter

I'm not the mad rapper but yo you can feel my wrath

You callin' me old school to diss me but you don't know the half

The mad hatter's science goes back before creation

Or later when I invented math and started civilization

Triple greatness with two pillars on either side of me

Back in the days before the gommorrah type sodomy

What do you think is real be careful how you answer

Make the wrong choice my asr will give you cancer

Watch your back

Trife niggas you ain't got no wins in mi casa

I crush your stupid dreams and eat up all your pasta

Cuz you trife a waste of life dead matter

Your pockets may be fatter but I'm the mad hatter

Trife niggas you ain't got no wins in mi casa

I crush your stupid dreams and eat up all your pasta

Cuz you trife a waste of life dead matter

Your pockets may be fatter but I'm the mad hatter