In everything I do I swing hammers—either building shit or breaking shit /
Sometimes both; crack an egg to make an omelette /
And there's Freaks in the Alley, Sector Seventeen bombed it /
My bazooka tooth pop and a sop gets rocked /
It's verbal kung fu to settle vendettas and you /
Can blast cannons but I'll still die better-than-you /
And if we kicked in the SmokeRoom then you already know /
That I ain't claim to be the greatest but I'm DOPE /
And in the words of my homie Sup1: I eat a whack rapper's lunch /
And yo I slay a lame arrangement every month /
I got couple crowns to prove it, but yo, fuck being king /
I'm a Lord of the Forest, and rep the City of Trees /
And always repping Earthlings—until I'm dead and fucking rotting /
Even then throw Double E's up as a zombie /
I've weaponized E.coli with control; I'm as raw as I wanna be /
No more Mr. Nice Guy if you're fucking with me down in The Basement /
It's going down in the underground /
If you ain't trying to get raw don't come around /
Talk all the shit you want but none of it means nothing /
If you're fronting and you can't back it up then get the fuck /
Out of The Basement /
It's going down in the underground /
If you ain't trying to get raw don't come around /
The rules are simple: no crying, no bitching, no hugging, no drama /
Down here in the motherfucking basement /
And yo, if this your first night then you have to fight /
No bitching, no hugging, no drama, no crying /
Cuz we keep this shit competitive, murder flows to settle shit /
And spit full-contact raps—so don a thick skin /
Cuz this is Mortal Kombat on some Liu Kang shit /
You gotta battle up the ladder spitting fire throughout the tournament /
I'll steal your soul like Shang Tsung and wear your skull like Shao Kahn /
You can't fuck with the final boss /
Cuz you can't defeat who can't be beat without swinging for his head /
There can be only one and I protect my neck /
I'm takin trophies from opponents like the Predator did /
So de-feet means I separate your feet from your legs /
And with a chainsaw I'll rip your face off and wear it /
Cook your ass into casserole for dinner with your parents /
And dessert is your girl in the top bunk, and after that /
You both can say you been fucked up by the champ from The Basement /
You can't bangarang with tame shit /
High-powered razor-bladed verses kill and maim shit /
Big Mike and Manek getting sprayed with gore and guts /
While I'm jumping rope with entrails and playin in blood /
That's how I plant the seeds of doubt in chests to watch em sprout /
Into Xenomorphs that chew through sternums from the inside out /
I'm adding insult to injury when ssoldiers battle me /
I'm ripping out the heart to take shit in the cavity /
And if you saw me on the street you'd never know /
That I turn into a psycho every time I touch the microphone /
The mind of Andy O. is different from the average human brain /
I might look normal but I'm fucking insane /
But really sword sharpen sword, dog, you better believe it /
I hear a lot of pussies talking shit but standing in the bleachers /
So step to the arena if we gotta handle beef /
Cuz only real MCs can hold a candle to me down in the basement /

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