[Verse 1]
This that, black liquorice delicious shit
I'm in this shit to win this shit
Just give me a minute, special edition trying to rap with a lisp
Or a speech impediment that's peddling faster than Lance did
No need for a second glance kid
Or two takes, yo I'm the one take wonder
I strike lightning and rhyme thunder
I'm the real ninth wonder
The other eight of 'em fall even when they see my name
I bring the pain and keep it constant like permanent dismay
This is a brutal display, so shut your eyes
And with open ears just concentrate on this musical vibe
I take you through the years, and take you back another century
When rap was never meant to be
To be or not to be is not the question I mean that honestly
But honestly I don't cuz you other faggots were never part of the prophecy
But probably you know because I took it over like Constantine
At the age of seventeen I got the meanest regime
Poetry machine, carmina machina I speak the language of the gods
You lacking flow like menopause
But you acting like a bitch on her period you'd benefit from gauze
So you can hold the applause, pause
Until I school these silly bulls with my syllables
My brain is like a stone wall, impenetrable
Your bitch just wet her unmentionables
I got a thirst that's unquenchable
Better go find something else that's sensible
My music is sentimental when killing these instrumentals
My potential is detrimental and my flow is consequential
I'm something mental killing all these weak ass rappers
Let me check your credentials I'm acting exponential
*Fuck*
*You can probably just leave that it sounded kinda cool*
[Verse 2]
My rhymes will make your skull split
Phatter than that bitches britches, busting at the seams and shit
Cripple when you hear me starring beats like I'm an asterisk
This track I remixed and mastered it
I'm not a pacifist but you faggots have asked for it
So never send it back at me
I know that life can be a bitch just like bad acne
Go ahead and throw your raps at me
They never phase me faggot I just
Save you maggots like I'm Julie "The Cat" Gaffney
I'm baffling, every single rapper to make a request
Actually gets hung from the rafters
I'm like Bruce Banner so where are your manners
You won't like me when I'm angry
I'm lanky but I'm swinging like a New York Yankee
You can thank me later
For now I'm just writing rhymes on this paper
I got my paper in tapers
Sending these rappers to their makers
Making or breaking ties
I'm contemplating these lies
Never wear a disguise
I see the prize through my eyes, surprise
I see the size of you other guys
You're small fries and none of 'em wise
You're just a bunch of spies
And that's the reason I despise you flies
The sky is falling from the highest of highs
Now that's a great demise
