1. quasimoto -- 'dinosaur brain beat' (-1)
2. mf grimm -- 'the original'(remix) (+2)
3. mf doom -- 'mullein' (+2)
4. quasimoto -- 'greenery' (0)
5. mf grimm -- 'dedicated' (0)

dead folks and red coke with blood on it
fuck your war, cause that aint gunna stop it
i got the temper of a hundred hot heads
full of rage with a ton, alot have bled
rot when your dead, turned into chop meat
all sloppy with your phallus floppy
im callused, dont copy, cant be reproduced
cant be confused by a ruse thats just an illus-
on, look son, ill put a smash on ya
wear a helmet or get a crash on ya
be prepared when the train fuckin wrecks
come to terms with your issues, dont blame the other sex
the other gender, you know what im talkin bout
you know when im walkin round, pacin
just countin sheep, passin time away
watchin the clock tick, waitin for the new day

drinkin hard but it still aint enough
the pain is such, the type that dont bluff
it comes real and it dont really go away
you feel me? not ok, and not stoned today
been off the weed for far too long now
bongs loud with cries from negligence
they have been denied from wreckin shit
not bent or high, bring the tests-iss
ill pass it now, been over two months
id like a piece of ass, id like to ruin a blunt
id like to be done with writin several thousand bars
id like to gun the cat with the fat houses and cars
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records spinnin, catch my grinnin
at the sight of a pussy with my dick left in it
i wont remove it, thats right, i refuse it
try to sleep thru it or hold eyes open with toothpicks
i aint foolin, im really quite sincere
quite the fear or display there of
from those that were present where i was
im a fool for em, i care for jugs
milk bags, the kind that kills fags
makes em run away, makes me come and stay
if you take my drugs away, i might flip out
detox no fun, need pills in my mouth
the grill in your mouth could get quick bust out
if she steps to me then the bitch cussed out
at the minimum, might catch a hard slap
or a right-left, those the hard facts

the mic stands on its stand, next to teh cans
not tits, i wish, i mean those that crank
noise in my eardrums, dont say 'were dumb'
say 'im dumb', because you are 
canadian brews like carling and labatt
roasted off molson, creating startling raps
its run of the mill, load the gun with pills
and empty the clip into my bum and grill
i need Vs, id like to nail some valium
huge amounts, pails that runneth over
red rover red rover let satan come over
the cops released me, i was not the gun holder
i was framed, but those charges never stick
they bogus like your rap style, will you ever quit?
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its dynamic, i kick some fancy flavors
keep your nose from my balls or inhale rancid vapors
i do my best to keep it clean but never quite get it right
forever fight to win the fight, hit with nines twice
im a hero well known, a local icon
mess up get your head bust like the broken yolks you bite on
sop with toast, could not connect to the local host
challege handshake authentication protocol -- nope
your cup of joe is the pick up you know
on the other hand im the sick fuck you dont 
why dont you go and piss up the boat
the bow or a tree, or a flagpole for me
drag hoes by their hair, and nag those that disagree
i got mad soul G, my black bros all know my steez
its dynamic, i kick some fancy flavors
i was hard up, seen nancy and raped her
mr. drew wasnt havin that, tried to take me down
i wasnt havin that, dumped his body in a lake downtown
lake havisu, you werent havin that you
said you dont play that and i was laughin at you
because you know youll take whatever i throw towards your frame
i suggest you find a church to go towards and pray
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its been ninety days
since i lit trees, now i still feel insane
actually thats not true, im quite clear of mind
except i need a minimum nine beers to unwind
lack of the herb caused a massive urge
to drink like a fiend with crack to serve
i used to wonder if or when i would stop
when i was making calls for the best dro i could cop
i must have spent thousands, it seems like millions
my last names williams but my pasts lame, killin
brain cells like genocide commited against weak races
i used to stare at walls mad feeble and faded
when things went south i did the unexpected
instead of smoking more i i smoked less then
i used to, then i smoked none
september 8th the last time i got roasted up
the first week was hard but now i hardly miss it
tho it sometimes calls to me but i wont risk it
cause i get sucked in quick, i guess im an addict
i dont need more, i need less habits
and i dont feel like bringing the stuff back
no thanx, it was fun, but im done with that
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im dedicated like a cop to catchin thieves
the mics like a weapon and i got that wreckin steez
you aint catchin these, you cant hold whats too hot
you can try but you not real enough so you got
to move right on, right on down the line
you aint with the profound rhymes that astound minds
i clown with nines, im just jokin when i bust em
full of drugs and im just cokin when im thrustin
powder in my nostrils, ready to smash into somethin
and your dome gets cracked like a chicken egg
when the pipe makes contact and rips your head
im dedicated like a motherfucker, commited to teh game
commited to playin what i got to play
commited to sayin what i got to say
and its written that i wont be saved, ill rot in a grave
