When I start to rap it's like the sky is falling
cause' my minds appalling
plus I just drank so much liquor it feels like I'm revolving
I set out to find my calling
now my rhymes evolving
my verse produces DMT so listen and feel time dissolving
lyrical crimes I'm solving
the kind involving
rappers who put fame and cash before all things
I'm not about to cry, I'm balling
I know you like my flow and my clever methods of spit
I don't rep a gang or clique, I'm reppin' stayin' legit
record slayin' and wits
I always carry a weapon, sprayin' a clip
at any rapper I'm catchin' sayin' the shit
that gets me irritated like pepper spray on my dick
I always go super saiyan with it
and if you want my true opinion, you're gay and a bitch
I could stretch your mind and start makin' it fit
so you can take my information like you're takin' a dick
I hate everyone
my life is already done
my machete swung
at your head and clumps of spaghetti clung
I was never a petty one
but my third leg be pum-
-bling betty's bum
that's heavy like dog sleds she run
cause' she's a husky bitch, yep she clung
to my wank like her life dependent on it
I end demonic
possessions when I invent these songs that
leave rappers frustrated like doing empty bong hits
I've got twenty long lists
of people I want clips emptied on, bitch
You think you win when others fail, that's envy logic
but most rappers that are mainstream don't deserve what they got, shit
They dropped one stupid track and then they got rich
Try and tell me that the game isn't fixed
and I'll tell you that your mental flame isn't lit
my mental frame isn't fit
to accommodate social norms
I appear in a woeful form
and manifest coastal storms
that erode whole shores
cause when it comes to my flows 6 billion boat fulls poured
I squeeze planets till' they have oval cores
I'm a mobile war-
machine with quantum strings as vocal cords
and I can deep throat whole swords