Good Villains Go Last (feat. R.A. The Rugged Man)

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 shit 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 shook emcee
 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 cock 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 dick
 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