[Verse 1] Beat bashin, moshpittin Ill spit fatal Autobiographical we spittin Aesops Fables Smashing you with iron fist, get the gist? We aint leaving Bassbeating speaker boxes til they drums is bleeding Eatin rappers lying, relying on punchings Ill rip the skin off your chest and call it a wardrobe malfunction In the mix of innocence, my diligence is passionate I havent seen a crash in a dreams, it seems youve mastered it Asshole, I lasso flows, trash folks with manhole covers Spit poisontip arrows from crossbows and fold your mother Brother, sister, cousin, the fam can get it if they want it Most opening acts are crap, only bearable if Im blunted Thats why the rituals imminent, Im dissing you if youre feeling it Its two or three shots just to sit through that bullshit Im disgusting with rhythm, give me a pen and a pad Ill script some shit thata have your crew running back to the lab [Hook] Masterful, menacing, awful, ridiculous Spitboxer, poet, showrock, ridiculous Storyteller, egocrusher, cypherspitter, mindbender Backpacker, slap a wack rapper cause Im Ill Ill [Verse 2] Second verse if you can take it so what if you cant? Never retire, set forest fires around your camp Ill rave and rant, you can chant while Im bombin Raising spirits with lyrics like a Cherokee Shaman Draining your memory banks, enemy sank my ship once Remedy twenty shots of ink until the paper gets drunk Pen lashing, leaving welts on rappers backs with asteroid belts Crashing plane, Jane spittin the sames as the names melt Water under the bridge, slaughter kids with no motive Except the fact they cant rap and my personalitys explosive Cop my album, you can learn a few things Take your pick cause out of the five Im live on some fly shit Unforeseen got lyrics, Write to Death, now Off the Clock Celestial youre passing out demos, Im depressing you Dont look at me like Ill cant get ill I spill skill that leaves you squirming like the sound of a dentist drill
ridiculous, egocrusher, showrock, punchings, bassbeating