The Master

From the forthcoming Uzi Muzik mixtape. Lyricz: Uh... Uh... It'z Heinrich, but you can call me “the master” Style so sick yo, they thought it waz cancer Razorblade flow, I'm sharp az a dagger And Lazër made dough so I got me some swagger I'm tooled up, now stop with the chatter Or get your brainz blowed out, I'm cockin' the hammer You run your mouth, you'z a walking cadaver It'z 'bout time your old man taught you some mannerz Yo... get the chalk for theze bastardz If you're soft I'ma catch ya slippin'… like I tossed a banana You seen Hammel at the top of the ladder Hell, I know you pissed, so I brought you some Pamperz You'z a goner, I have to probably chop you in half I love slaughtering anonymous rapperz Bang out till I'm locked in the slammer Only place I'm gettin' served'z at a Taco Cabana, hey Think about what the fuck I'm sayin' to you idiotz! Dayum! The blonde bomber iz back, about to launch an attack The Robotnik of rap, a sonic assassin I'll body a cat at the drop of a hat It'z like guardin' Durant or boxin' Evander My abdominal jab make you fall to the mat That right hook wipe you off of the map, uh You'll think twice 'fore you talkin' some smack the next time Muhhfucka, I can promise you that, look Come here and polish my nadz, the economy'z bad You need a job, it'z the obvious answer 'cauze you are not gonna last for too long in this game I'm too strong, I'll demolish your ass, huh? You ask the hospital staff to help you swallow your mashed potatoez From your jaw that I fractured Occupational hazard, phenomenal grammar I'm settin' an impossible standard Y'all cannot fuck with my vocab, bitch What?! Fuckboy MC'z, y'all a dizaster Y'all'z what they make them colostomy bagz for So full of shit, 'bout to cauze me to slap ya For thinkin' you'll could match my astonishing stature This how it feelz to get stalked by a raptor The game'z so lame, make me wanna get plastered Throwed off my ass, grab a bottle of Jack or Some vodka and swan-dive off of the rafterz I'm goin' deep, hotter than magma Flowin' underground since 'Pac waz a dancer Since Cool J done walked with a panther I been had funk like your sockz in the hamper, uh You want war? I'm a army commander Run down your whole damned squad in a Panzer Gang-bang a few hoez, rock a bandana Adios putoz, hasta mañana Hey yo, throw some effectz on me I'ma sing on theze foolz I iz Hammel Heinrich Boy I done told yo' ass once, suck my white dick Don't try to bite my shit Homey, you know I goes hard, like a nightstick They call me Sneaky Sneak, Sneaky Sneak But I iz Hammel Heinrich Yo, it'z over for y'all Put the mic down, step away from the booth Uzi Muzik, bitch Get used to it Takin' y'all beatz, and I make 'em better Holla