Revaporate (Dirty)[Dirty] - Dutchmassive, Majik Most, Celph Titled

Yeeaahhh yo the Evaporate Remix

You gotta love it my man Dutchmassive

Me, Majik Most

And Celph Titled

We hadda come back and evaporate your face with the remix

(Verse 1: Dutchmassive)

Ayo Majik says that I can say anything I want

So I crush this verse right under my writers block

Build a pyramid of punch lines and hover right above it

Pull out the red carpet, cause Dutch can’t think of nothin'

And he’s such a fuckin' star;

can’t you hear all the trumpets?

Trample on your drum roll, I brought my own percussion

Fuckin up the industry, re-build as it was meant to be

A swift response for the gods who have sent for me

A centipede named crazy legs couldn’t out-do

The B-Boy super-human, watch he’s performin' his music

Star struck rappers screw face like John (?)

Too serious about they little underground movement

Press up some vinyl, hurry to do exclusives

Now your closet full of Puma’s is filled with dusty units

(Just sittin there) next to the mic and a broomstick

Some people are just so so stupid

So moooove bitch get out the way

Equilibrium is drunk and gettin' wilin' on stage

Fuckin' up a verse and holdin' down the tropic states

And we make MC’s worldwide evaporate

(Verse 2: Majik Most)

Ayo I’m off the meter

Like Mr. Wizard launching 2 liters

The new and improved Majik Most, with new features

Gnawing on your girls little breast like a beaver

So pack it up bitch cause I’m coming through raw

Kid you know I’ll smack you with a rusted hacksaw

Like, oh shit!

Is that a piece of his jaw?!

Brawling 24/7 to sever your brethren

Got you beggin' for heaven, sendin' you straight to hell

And I’ll be right here

While you chillin' in a morgue

I’m online sellin' your liver on organ.org

Get your face floored while your family applauds

For all of ya’ll, grab the mic and never fail

While you go in gay bars and order a cocktail

Frontin' in the restaurant like you was the man

I bought your plants;

send you a batch of bad clams

With more botchulism than a box of canned hams, bitch!

(Verse 3: Celph Titled)

Ayo the words out, me and my team came to shut this down

And my guns came too, they wanna bust some rounds

Cold chillin on the block like I’m sellin' cane

Choppin' bodies up, wrappin' remains in cellophane

Don’t mean to frighten kids

I’m just a star rockin' coats lookin like they’re made from Mary J Blige’s wigs

You should let your man speak on your behalf

Cause when I let the blade slice, you’ll just be half

And I got a dungeon in my bathroom

Plus the way I torture motherfuckers it’s like I’m Vidal Sassoon

Turn a blonde nigga to a redhead

Futon to a deathbed

Bullets keep you breastfed

When I’m aiming for the chest

Oh, now the games over

At the Up In Smoke Tour with a flame thrower

Lookin' for a dumb girl that’s slower than a screw tape

With a fat ass, never tell that bitch to lose weight

From (?) Park to Waters Avenue

One of the only rappers who takes a trip to hell every afternoon

And still here to tell about it

It’s Equilibrium 'till the death, motherfuckers get devoured