Lord of rhymes king of all times - SLIM TRICKY in da house

I think it’s about time to bust some rhymes, while you’re in a basement sniffing terpentine, you stick your dick in an electrical socket, I’ll pull out my gun and cock it, ka-pow ka-pow ka-blam, now it’s on motherfucker let’s go goddamn, you’re not the smartest nor the brightest, Pamela Anderson sucked your dick now you got hepatitis, but I’m not here to cock block you, cuz you’re as confused as Kid Rock dude, when asked what you’d like to do as a career, you answered ”bum” instead of ”millionaire”, you’re about as fucked up as Kevin Spacey in Seven, your crazy as a terrorist on nine eleven, you’re going down get ready to crash, you’ll be yesterdays diapers thrown in the trash, I’ma ’bout to bust ya with some old school beats, just like in Rocky five I’ll take it to the streets, got Beyonce by my side, down the boulevard I stride, I jump into my ride while this I do confide, I’ll leave you in my dust, you’re like an old car full of rust, you ain’t got nobody’s trust, I eat the pie you get the crust, now go get yourself a toothless hobo, all the fantasies you have are of you being homo, that’s why you’re so obsessed with my enormous dick, poking your ass at it hoping it will stick, all you will get in your behind is a mighty kick, laying in the gutter you’ll have wounds to lick, you call me jackass it should be Slim Knoxoutville, I’ll knock you the fuck out it’ll be a thrill, I’m excited by the thought of all your blood I’ll spill, I’ll send you to the dentist you can send me the bill, so let’s start rhyming with some slick timing I’ll be defining as the sun I’m shining you’re scared and hiding man I’m frightening I’ll be guiding you to retiring, so what do you say Masta J, you can wave your nine I’ll pull out my AK, say bye-bye I laugh you cry and while I laugh you die, we’re back at the begininng doing it again, ka-pow ka-blam goodbye my friend, but no no no stop for a minute, it ain’t over yet I’m just beginning it, so step in the ring it’s a boxing match, off with the gloves like Brad Pitt in Snatch, I’ll make your head spin I’m the hurricane, Denzel dances on your grave while you wallow in pain, I’m faster than Ali got more punch than Will Smith, I’ll knock you out to pieces bit by motherfucking bit, you’re like that funny looking guy in the movie Fargo, I’ll punch you out just like Rocky did with Drago, you’re cinderella and I am the man, you hide ’neath the skirt of your old nan, you try to brag saying you’re number one, but just like Marshall I dub you pac none, you getting tired yet cuz I’m just started, I’m arriving and you’ve departed, so I’m hanging in the hills with Leo and Jack, you’re down on the corner trying to score some crack, you know I’m really ’bout to give you a smack, straight in ya face make ya fall on ya back, maybe take my time to kick ya in your nutsack, then I’ll fuck a girl with a really nice rack, you’re the follower I’m the leader of the pack, I got all the rhyming skills that you lack, you’re on the defense I’m on the attack, when it comes to rhymes you’re a bitch ass hack, my skills they thrill people to say my shit is wack, got my rhyming diploma on a golden plaque, you’re stranger than fiction but I ain’t no stranger to fact, you’re an alien I kill you like the men in black, you’re trying to be tough but it’s all an act, shit they might even give ya an Oscar for that, my piles of dollar bills are highly stacked, I might throw you a dollar just to cut ya some slack, your loss is my aphrodisiac, so here it comes in the words of Bernie Mac, you sonomabitch!

Where's my (motherfucking) trophy Chubby Tricky?

This means war and you know what it's good for absolutely nothing as the boss I shoot and I score, Tricky ooooh you so scaryyyyy but I don't caaaary where's your nannyyyyy hey everybody! Trickys the dumbest fuck in history he's a fairy! tryin´to get me all excited bout you slammin´my sister ha! look in my eyes mister I already dissed her, now let's get serious for a minute jesus you're so crazy you chew the carpet you're not even from this planet you call me a midget I call you a maggot a faggot a piglet in drag yeah a real fag a homo schlomo a toothless no brain inbred playing the banjo, ain't gonna lie to you jack around you I get nervous I hide my anus cause who knows your madness maybe you're not dickless but it's aimed at my backside I try to run and hide cause you want to stick it in my bee-hind, I'll fuck you up anywhere anytime any place cause you're a fucking discrace of the human race, it's time to set you straight bring out the hate punch you in the prostate man what a primate! I love the smell of napalm in the mornin´so I shoot and I score again, My name is Masta Junkie and i'm number one wanna have some fun? bring it on better put on your apron cause it's gonna get messy moron, I hope you have a button that says off so I can push it and go and read Chekov or somethin' cause you're even more boring you're like a book that makes me fall asleep hear me snooring, hope you have something more than the last crap cause i'm about to take a nap so if you've got somethin' bring it asap! I've got better things to do than battling your ass cause you're a fucking jackass and all you do is harass me and all you do is annoy me so I have been sent here to destroy you, my bum is on your lips my bum is on your lips off course it is like Marshall says you're not worth the piss. So go play with your little dick or a broomstick or whatever you do that makes everyone sick cause I'm outta here! I have Obi-WON this motherfucker! Out!