Album: K-HOOD Demotape Vol. I
Artists: SBAR & Loc' Mill
Song: Return Of Tha Exorcists

[SBAR]
u know who always talks shit, that faggot from st. louis
when i come thru, go aks him where hes crew is
like ill deuce n kreem, u know my flow is fluid
if u ever had a chance, like my dick u blew it
im packin a gat, makin attacks, i stay tha croodest
bitch my raps will set u on fire like the buddhists
when im on the mic yo, aint nobody harder
so watch me grab the mack 11 blast u where ya heart is
ya dome parted, battle me, u must be retarded
when they aks u who ruined ya career, tell em SBAR did 

[Loc' Mill]
you wack bitch, clowned by these raps I spit 
don't need my gats I use my raps to clap ya quick
just sit back and bitch, stare at my feet 
afraid to look me in the eyes the way I carry my heat 
wanna take it to the streetz than I'ma dummy ya hoez 
you ain't comin on top, this ain't B.W.O 

[SBAR]
yo pass tha mic here, let me torment these cats
yall gettin stepped on, like u had a doormat on ya back
cock my four back n blast, my raps gon be tha verdict
lets hear ya talk shit when i stick a gat down ya cervix
im into big thangs, no time for petty beef
exorcized tha demonz, one verse sent em to sleep
never, felt tha defeat, rollin wit chromed rims
'mephistophales' cant own my soul cuz i own him

[Loc' Mill]
killah b ain't killin me, both ya faggotz feelin me 
nobody as real as me, bitches down willingly
the return of the exorcists, concerned about ya health and shit
i put a bullet through ya head burry both ya faggotz next to slicc
get ya headz to nod to this, ain't nobody topin this
Loc Mill and SBAR playa fuck the Mephistopheles

[SBAR]
SBAR n Loc Mill u know we put the 'ill' in 'killaz'
after this shit here whole s-t-l gon feel us
yall need a gender switch, every time u end up dissed
'breakin tha rules' first verse u should remember this
fast or slow flows, it don't make any difference 
u couldnt 'picture' a gangsta life if it was written in hyrogliphics
obgs cant go to war, so surrender ya arms 
that 'forum owner' under ya name should be under SBAR's

[Loc' Mill]
I come to st. louis rockin airs and timbs 
throw money at ya face for you to get ya hair trimmed 
just like Nas said, you only roc - the - fellas 
the way we run your 'board', would make Tony Hawk jellous 
comparin you to me is like a J to a blunt 
you couldn't get a 'date' if you were a day in a month 
when you was born, your momz was either stoned or on crack 
you supppaaa uglleeeyy plus ya songz is wack 
'internet session' had no interesting message 
and 'murda murda murda' was a total lie 
'indigo reper' only gives me suggestions 
and no-one gives a fuck 'where ya ride'
uh-huh, do u care to die
can't step to a challange you gets scared and hide 
I know ya feelin my lyrics, and ya feelin my beatz 
y'all faggotz is wack and loc' mill is the streetz

[SBAR]
and, that how it goes, in this, lyrical flow
when tha, demonz get thrown, deep down, 6 feet bellow
when im, rippin tha shows, n im, flippin em flows
always, dippin on chromes, bitches, strippin they clothes
killin em foes, pimpin them hoes, stick my dick in between
check mate, playin chess i guess slicc is the queen
aone just a pawn, in a cypher u aint got a chance
shook bitch, change ya diapers cuz ya shittin ya pants
on tha mic, none of ya mothafuckers even got a prayer
loc mill, sbar u know demon slayers 

[Loc' Mill]
you gets crossed like a cross beam, leave you with a nose bleed
better listen closely, you know my flow is so neat
is better for ya safety, dont matter if ya hate me
you can't move ya jaw from all the dicks you suckin lately
you hoez is hurtin, I pop the hoez ya work with 
you the typa fool that drops the soap on purpose 
I hope ya heard this, or you gets slaped fa real 
only ice you see, comes in a happy meal