Lyrics
let loose my tounge, lyrical whiplash on these cats,
I'm gaining on em, break em off like a piece of a kit kat,
I watch the heart pump its last beat in my grip, then I slip,
into a robe, while singin Micheal Jacksons song "beat it",
Yes I'm sick, not unhealthy, more of the cynical type
brain hemmoraging, blood drippin from both my eyes,
I carry around boilin hot magma in my thermus,
from behind walls, I fling bits onto your epidermis,
My rhymes will straight burn ya, I rip shit unheard of,
like first graders drawing pictures of serial killers and murders,
and for those that ain't heard yet, better get yo ass prepared,
my rhyme skeme compared to yours, is like a dagger to a spear,
If you lived in my shoes, walked in my boots for a mile,
you'd see that shit I seen, and turn your smile to a frown for a while,
The shit I say, will make your grandmomma slit her wrists,
or pop pills, and drink till she overdose from that shit,
I don't give a fuck, I will break your fingers bra,
call me Lance Armstrong, I'm a head of all of ya'll,
Peep the game, the flow is so tight,
What a shame, I'm gonna have to take your life,
I don't give a fuck, I will shoot your mom,
Call me Micheal Myers, I'm catchin up to all of ya'll,
Peep the knife, the blade is real nice,
Might just slice, thru your face twice tonight aight
You fuckin wit a predator, that will spit lead at ya,
real pain theres no sedatives, let the cancer spread in ya,
I take aim, while switchin lanes, extingiush the flame,
and spit an insane phrase that'll make these cats ask for more plays,
On a normal day, I'd disgrace your name, and kick you in the fuckin face,
change up the pace, and leave your brains dangling from opposing chains,
my flows insane, not as great as my aim,
when I slang a phrase that hits net, call it a fade-away
I plan to take my time to make, a track to stack rhymes like a cake,
and get so baked I lose control of sound waves comin from my face,
Give your chick a taste, of my fat, fat dick,
cum on her eyes, so her lids get stuck shut bitch,
watch your step, my slongs about 6 feet,
and I don't need fuckin footprints on my dick ca peesh?
Take a hit from the blunt, inhale the smoke real deep,
pull out the strap and make juice wit these mc's when I squeeze,
I don't give a fuck, I will break your fingers bra,
call me Lance Armstrong, I'm a head of all of ya'll,
Peep the game, the flow is so tight,
What a shame, I'm gonna have to take your life,
I don't give a fuck, I will shoot your mom,
Call me Micheal Myers, I'm catchin up to all of ya'll,
Peep the knife, the blade is real nice,
Might just slice, thru your face twice tonight aight
I don't give a fuck, I will break your fingers bra,
call me Lance Armstrong, I'm a head of all of ya'll,
Peep the game, the flow is so tight,
What a shame, I'm gonna have to take your life,
I don't give a fuck, I will shoot your mom,
Call me Micheal Myers, I'm catchin up to all of ya'll,
Peep the knife, the blade is real nice,
Might just slice, thru your face twice tonight aight
I don't give a fuck, I will break your fingers bra,
call me Lance Armstrong, I'm a head of all of ya'll,
Peep the game, the flow is so tight,
What a shame, I'm gonna have to take your life,
I don't give a fuck, I will shoot your mom,
Call me Micheal Myers, I'm catchin up to all of ya'll,
Peep the knife, the blade is real nice,
Might just slice, thru your face twice tonight aight
