Lyrics
Flip and rip I click and tick, lips unzipped, get to the jist my point is to anoint this a rap joined in a convoluted purpose worthlessly I cannot curb this, I try but then I heard this self saying I can’t do it, I’ve been through it, murdered every sign time to spew it, a line crosses my mind when I use it, few and rarely often I abuse its crudeness and to do this I just relax, ragain coolness, and spit fire from my tonsels like a dragon heating waffles, leggo my eggo you stupid green monster, I will destroy you, I implore you to employ toothes to a different cause besides separating shoes, making horses glue to use to make theirs hooves anew and old creeping bold aroma swaps for the cold warmers toad cold blooded creatures abode a swamp were we know to remain or regrain in disdain and hate of a plan too plain to have a name for fame a showcase to know hate and feel it surge through the open gate, its bate, let go the hook while I make sure you all are shook from these books I write while I look onward cooking brooking nooks and crannies, but ya’ll rap like ya Grammies, not the awards but the old ladies in their pajamies when the mike gets handed, time to take your nappies, wake up to her hands clapping for me, its making history subliminally children weeping mistaken making seas, those drown out ya’ll beats for ya seeded fake MC’s
Can you relax while you speak so fast, Gives you no time at all to react
Kill it twice or once again as now I exit the pen, not the jail, but the pigs den, I was visiting all my competition, they were all judged in central booking.
Now as I said before I relax, this gets me fired up for freeing fried syntax I hold my back and hold my own while I speak into a mobile phone, make the concert shown outside of roaming zones, but its internally begotten and made, not forgotten so very well paid, catchy refrain like all alone is what was made out of my success in my venue I portrayed a story in which I was a lonely salt grain, found among the sands of time in sanguine planes, branes of text to mess the hex placed upon my brains, allowing me to freestlye apart but not so for the game, was it shame that forces me to cast no blame, do I fear the rock being thrown the same but backwards, I attack worse, using attack words, using action forms of verbs like destroy or feel or imply so much its real, or even just to kneel before a statue and pray for your next meal a place to heal with decks to fill, up to the top to the rims it wont stop flow through brims and the cops just won’t break the plot you got the match the nots with the won’t who’s disregarding loans, who’s paying back and who hit the cones, stil hold the phones, so ya’ll got to the bones and teeth of the message and passage the reckless jest that is a hecklers pills to make him stop acting ill, all before he makes the kill, oops, that cup of rhymes has just been spilt, who’s to blame, I’ll pay the bill
