[Introduction]
Yes sir (Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)
What you have (What you have)
Is a monster from the future (From the future)
Courtesy of MF DOOM (Courtesy of MF DOOM)
I go by the name of Trunks (Trunks)
They call me things (They call me Trunks)
(Look, it's unicorn)
[Verse 1]
It's the V for the Vendetta
Scarlet Letter rhyme righter
J.F.K. bullet-proof skull mic sniper
These rats want cheese, they follow the Pied Piper
Through the gasoline trap where I spark the lighter
Might-a heard I'm stuck-up; Well they not frontin'
If I stood by your side, they'd call me next to nothing
Something like you're worth, I'm chopping a verse that'll chop you to death
Then chop through your hearse
And your friends will mourn ya, smoke, get hammered
'Cause you'll be a ghost writer, not by industry standards
And you won't have to hit to see shore to see shells
I'll put you so deep, you'll look up and see hell
And well, I get in the zone, return it tenfold
Rain firing brimstone through the roof of ya home
'Till you exit your front door, just smoke and bones
Clutching concrete, screaming in a high-pitch tone
[Chorus]
Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future
Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future
Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future
Twisting your body in more positions than Kama Sutra
Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future
Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future
Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future
Twisting your body in more positions than Kama Sutra
[Verse 2]
I sever they ligaments, ignorant, boombox holder
I'm a glaciers advise and no man is colder
Hot damn, I told ya, half-man, half-vulture
I pack venom with the chip on my shoulder
I'm Anakin now, just imagine when I'm older
I'm stomping the ground, in the boots of a soldier
Hold Ya Hate or applause, I'll mame you a clause
Made of a rare metal Stan Lee couldn't draw
These raw metalled face villains stepped on campus
And we paint pictures that'll burn via canvas
I'm Thor's hammer, that poor grammar that y'all spittin'
Ain't worth the heat that comes from my kitchen
There's only one Trunks and I am him
They said Lockjaw got y'all so now I'm in
Betted, indebted, to the one who came and found me
I know what I'm saying, why you suckers sound deep?
[Chorus]
Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future
Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future
Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future
Twisting your body in more positions than Kama Sutra
Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future
Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future
Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future
Twisting your body in more positions than Kama Sutra