South Park Mexican — The Darkest Author

Yeah [Hook] Competition gettin' got so proper like If they trippin', nigga brought the Glock tonight Killer flows that the darkest author write Motherfucker is a monster on the mic Competition gettin' got so proper like If they trippin', nigga brought the Glock tonight Killer flows that the darkest author write Motherfucker is a monster on the mic Competition gettin' got so proper like If they trippin', nigga brought the Glock tonight [Verse 1] Mirror, mirror on the motherfucking wall I have the most easiest question of them all So let me just get to the bottom of my visit If there's only one Number One then who the fuck is it? The mirror started laughing and the walls began tremblin' Some shadows started forming like a meeting was assemblin' Twelve dark figures but they didn't have a body They stood around the mirror, one offered me some coffee I looked in the cup but inside was only smoke A pretty face appeared on the mirror and she spoke "Los is the best but SPM's the deepest It's real versus skill and the real is where the meat is" I said "But I am both, I am Los and the Peazy Dopest man alive, why you think my fans feed me?" Then the mirror said "Well I'm still a bit vexed But as far as white sugary, I'll fucking rip necks In this we all agree, that includes the twelve neighbors" The shadows started laughing then drank from their containers So I took a sip from the cup that they gave me And then I started laughing like my ass had went crazy [Hook] Killer flows that the darkest author write Motherfucker is a monster on the mic Competition gettin' got so proper like If they trippin', nigga brought the Glock tonight Killer flows that the darkest author write Motherfucker is a monster on the mic Competition gettin' got so proper like If they trippin', nigga brought the Glock tonight [Verse 2] I couldn't stop laughing, I'm like "What the fuck is this?" They said "Ghost piss mixed with lost souls wishes" I'm like "Holy shit, the hell am I drinking?" I ran out the room even left my damn ink pen The mirror said "Los, don't leave the pen behind If someone else finds it, they'll be the next in line They'll become the best and you'll lose it like the rest" I said "Dumb bitch, I could use a tube of Crest Or the milk in your breasts or a fucking piece of crayon I'm Los, I shake Earth like the Hiroshima A-bomb I does it all day long, I'm Polo's with J's on Slow mo the Trae songs with more hoes than Avon I'm doing what I'm born to, sorry no one warned you Other rappers boring like a window with a poor view Put away your sword dude, here drink some orange juice No one comes close even if they wore some horse shoes You are not the shit but if I have to be such Then I'm the shit that won't go down even after you flush So what you want a nigga to say? Motherfucker you can't wish me away" [Hook] Killer flows that the darkest author write Motherfucker is a monster on the mic Competition gettin' got so proper like If they trippin', nigga brought the Glock tonight Killer flows that the darkest author write Motherfucker is a monster on the mic Competition gettin' got so proper like If they trippin', nigga brought the Glock tonight Killer flows that the darkest author write (write, write) Darkest author write (write, write) Darkest author write (write)