the lyrical elitist I’m shattering competition
fucking with me your only lessening your chance of living
fucking with me your throwing away the life you were given
your better off extorting committing crimes and sinning
verbal warfare I’m attacking you through the speaker
with the aggression I hold in to prevent from beating teachers
lace your sneakers and prepare to meet the grim reaper
the verbal surgeon is the undercover soul keeper
the soul seeker it’s clear to see your styles weaker
the master defeater your style is meek and obsolete
my styles complete wanna compete drop the beat
dropping lines so hot I’ll melt the gum soles off your feet
victory is sweet but it’s an acquired taste
I can’t get it out of mouth so get the fuck out my face
evacuate the place like I was strapped with bombs
plotting to cause more fucking casualties then Vietnam

The Microphone Villain lock your doors and hide your children
I’m coming through fully equipped lyrically drilling
hitting nerves deep down like a cavity filling
nod your fucking head and raise your lighters to the ceiling

don’t be alarmed when I grab the mic and I explode
making you another victim of my verbal choke hold
I rage out of control devour you swallow you whole
eliminating competition no mercy my hearts cold
don’t bother to fight rest assured you face defeat
my tactics can’t be beat I’m making your troops retreat
so fuck peace I can never refrain from sinking my fangs
into your flesh injecting venom in your veins
I leave you slain I’m bringing forth the pain
the verbal surgeon making you clinically deranged
destroying your morphology unstable psychologically
with the power invested in me nobody’s stopping me
Let me show you what happens when I commit
pass the microphone turn me up and observe as I spit
not in it to quit so sit back and take observation
the shit I spit is sicker then the blood of cancer patients

The Microphone Villain lock your doors and hide your children
I’m coming through fully equipped lyrically drilling
hitting nerves deep down like a cavity filling
nod your fucking head and raise your lighters to the ceiling

analyze and I’ll leave you surprised
my mouth operates at temperature so hot it’s known to sterilize
verbally terrorize I devour the track the wicked surgeon
steadily knocking niggas flat on their back
the microphone villain lock your doors and hide your children
you long for comfort I’m robbing you of what you are feeling
I’m always killing on the mic for sport
you try coming up in this game I’ll cut your career short
my lyrical violence is leaving niggas silenced
I’m fueled by defiance smashing straight through your alliance
no compliance going the against the current in simple terms
the truest saying in life is that you live and learn
the microphone is always my choice of weapon
if it’s in my possession I’m teaching you a lesson
so you should never question the origin my aggression
god like when I spit so call it a blessing