Yeh, yeh, one-two, one-two, Czarface. Ayo Deck, you ready?
You already know man... My new name Czarfonzerelli, when you see me... you just call
Me 'Czarfonzerelli'
Yeh lets go
Test me, I run upside your head like Jet Li
So raw, so pure call it fresh squeeze
On the town more than Rex Reeve
Deck he's something like the FDA
How I check cheese
I reach [?], black ops elite soldier
Move undercover through NY, Malik Yoba
G coder, beast [?], never cease motor
Machine gun rap clap until the beats over
Czarfonzerelli so cool
He toss a quarter in the juke-box from across the room
And what I spit upon tome, takes over your mind
The rhyme is like Victor Von Doom
From the womb to the tomb
The boom bap ritual
Not the typical, bullshit that you listen to
Its principle, hip hop that's what you call this
For more bars than Mardi Gras an [?]
My past is darker than the blackest magic marker and the
Hands of Clive Barker when he's crafting books [?]
I attack it harder
I'm Pat Tanaka
My sparring partner's half of Sparta
My sack is larger
I'm the rap Chewbacca
I get my point across like [?] The Archer
You ain't runnin s**t like [?]
You out for fame that makes me say "Y" like the J in Björk's name
Look at you and look at me
You look like a semcee
Only time you load the clips is when you put in Pusha T
Kill 'em, drill 'em, grill 'em I'm a villain I'm like Leatherface
Moe Dee black frames, 80s era crack pains
I smack names, I snatch chains, I lack brains
Hijack planes, under siege like you riding Casey Ryback trains
My rap reigns like G Rap, Kane's
Mind manipulated, brain dead spoon fed public
Might as well rip off your head and put your brain in your stomach
Genghis Khan modern mongol on your block conquering
Get every suburban hot soccer mom c**k gobbling
I'm the white living in the cave Protestant
[?]? the opposite of white wooly hair and bronze copper skin
With just one rhyme, I entertain the deaf, dumb, blind
I'm clever with my words like a Lord Finesse punchline
Fight quick, bloody butcher knife and an ice pick
Put a cop's testicles in a vice grip
And sodomize him with his nightstick
Strike quick, beat a white chick with my white d**k
Gas you up like the whip that they beat Price with
No enlightening, stay partisan
Fighting with the gays targeting
Frightened with the brains harboring
Bright with the days darkening
Wings up, Heaven Razah, I'm a thug angel
I've been unstable since banging beats on a lunch table
Rock Adidas or fedora dookie Rev Run cable
I'm louder than Wu-Tang, Mobb Deep and Big Pun label
Czar
