Parallelogramz (Ft. Ravi Ahakti)

[Verse 1: Orifice Vulgatron]
Yo, I'd rinse you out if I was feeling under the weather
You're like a rapper with no teeth with a one-legged selector
I'm steppin' a selection of very heavily dreaded bredders
Spend every next second defending never-ending agendas
Send you to the back of the class and then detention
Likkle fassy rapper you're blown to the [?] pretension
Mention a single word and you get burned at the stake
I'll put a hole in out your neck with the head of a fuckin' rake
My spit rinses out [?] [?] murder and rape
The sort to turn a bird over, squirt sperm in her face
Couldn't give a rat's arse if she was thirty or eight
Straight spit the sickest single from the dirtiest race
Crack, spliffs, late at the terminal gate
Spit flows more disturbed 'em n' birds' turds on the plate
Virgins are great, which bitch is first in for shakes?
You're heading for big trouble like a fat bitch in skates

I'm on a heavy level like several parallelogramz
Anything that moves, submarines and street trams
Got contacts with green mans that drive illy speedy vans
My shit gets delivered with no jams like trans-ams
On the mic I've got the participle intergalactical scans
Your shit's hypocritical like a Muslim that eats bare hams
I leave you