Artist: Pro the Leader & Holocaust f/ Vulgar Album: Pro's Laboratory Song: Paralysis Pharmacies Typed by: ShadowlessZombieSwordsman [Pro the Leader] (WILD OUT) to the beat, while I punch you in your fucking face You can't contain, this lyricist's angry My psychic deep parables, often people talk about me when I'm not in the vicinity But that's highly understandable, because see, half you mother fuckers want to be ME I don't give a fuck about what you're going through, the image you seen depicted on TV The Pro's words about his own self showcasing his own unique ability Now what you know about referring to yourself in third person, one things for certain He's an old tight ?rude boy? plots off of rhyme deploy decoy's reveal But needless to say I need to say more, and if you got in a battle with me motherfucker How much of that shit do you think you could really endure? You didn't beat me like Mace Wendoo chopping the head off Jengo Fett Step in to Pro's Laboratory, guaranteed you're no fucking threat How are you going to succeed when your only goal is to achieve ????? When or if that is ever attained, ????????? Verbally [Vulgar] Guard your targets, I'm a nefarious spitting marksmen Crush the tin man to tin form the trash bin to throw whack cats in Use your mind like peddles when I'm tracked bicycling Rugged terrain I truck, with hardcore lyricism, Inhale that purple stuff Realism creates criticism, tell the majority they suck Rhymings another vision for all those that listen Mind powers the authority of what most are missing My click causes collisions, form a violent prism Ill bring you down like you was in prison, strapped down like you where psyc-admitted Mentals pitted when I spit this, I train with mental boxing fitness And I uppercut so don't forget it [Pro the Leader] I like the smell of dead corpses, riding around with dead carcasses in the trunk You see I have this addiction for pain infliction Ill torture you, watch you suffer for days upon days, not to mention days upon days upon days I like the smell of flesh burning... yerning to kill you verbally [Vulgar] You betrayed my respect; this rhymes displayed in your set I'm a ?psyche war-vet?, who hasn't checked in yet I spit the way a tsunami hits, Vulgar bringing the palm-fist Get off my clicks dick, I start rubbing the bitches clit What I spit is as real as mic slaughtered dialog extremist All you rubber tips giving diseases, I rip a mic to devour your thesis An anthropologist couldn't put back the pieces Bring a psychologist and a priest in, and still couldn't bless a mic then I got the power of forty men, with a steroid addiction Try to flip scripture we mic missing And having visions of my words comatosing your system My brain speaks wisdom causing you a hammer smash victim My vocabs a swing sword weapon, horrify the room when I step in... [Holocaust] Ghost Pirate raps snap, flash lucky on a MATHIMATICAL burn out Dark City Chooser, I'm a rap Roller Coaster Tycoon from a dry tomb On the high side of the Asiatic spied moon Colossal psychotic dismal baptismal speed package He out on a great lake doing classic Daffy Duck back flips... Daffy Duck backflips Group therapy scarcely verity similarity, cherish the heresy and perish me many moons ago in a night vision from King Pharisee's Told like a joke from pilot in the definitive of an enemy Harvage your archers sent the killer team, inventor of guillotine Thug more loud noise slug your mug, club drown POW Warcloud drug store cowboy Seizing fiending shank vengeance, steaming tank engine Ill pageantry raggedy tragedy gravity cavity, defiantly this jail house pale mouse Cats been railed route, interstellar liquor cellar sail south Broken trails stale grail and pales fail gray ill heart nails Salute to me this be ???? Mail, yo hope for the postal Frank ????? keep a red skeleton reverend benevolent bad medicine Like a down by the lake letter man, clever sever propeller shredder men A constable or chancellor evaluated a foot temple ??? dazzler glossary antlers bastard dastardly zombie cross autopsy bachelor Simple extortionist, excursion net like with strict luck The baseball, my horse racing, fruitless candles with poise My machines make animal noise, how go away the walking Patient of the fortification lost Mason... Alcatrazo'