I might just hit fast with a thunderous blast
Leaving the weak cats slack jawed tumbling back
We don’t need wack rap cause the radio already plays it
Too many base it on a fantasy amazement
gullible audiences, even saw the same flicks
And yet claim that every lie you state is sacred
Is that your CD skipping or the actual song?
the art of repetition has a tactical bond
Now it’s stuck inside your brain with a brand new dance move
The apocalyptic Macarena for zombies who can’t lose
youtube tutorials can show you how to be down,
and seem clowning yourself and for now
It’s the stuff, extra tough with a hip accessory
So listen and solicit messily, don’t miss your destiny
This can be your chance to do the chicken dance part two
Or be Karl Rove clown and start new

You see
My music
I use it
Like nooses
Slide soothing
Knife usage
Life lucid
Might lose an eye…do the math
bruising fights through device superfly human stacks
chubacabra cremator data chewed in half
Analyze the pantomimes that phantom minds have hand designed
The kid who can’t handle his mind not a fan of mine
A man amongst a clan of chumps who stand at once and ramble fronts
Abandon guns and chant the one stanza from an anvil tongue
Blacksmith of rap, gifted trapping the last living
Halving your mast with a masterful blast vivid
ass whippin’ tactician, cats frigid act different
After the math hits them, crashing your track wicked
Tactic arachnid impacting your last breath
Must be have been three years back that you last slept

cut a rug with a shutterbug
known to gutter sludge as the man
deluxe plus tough tusks command
the plan to expand, handling scams
San ambles and aims to cram scandelous frame to fanciful fans
rapunzel cornrows, leaving damsels aflame
I've done the war roads, driving them all insane
might have mauled your brain, tearing out the cortex
another new jack rapper stepping up with more threats
the bug zapper slash Frank Zappa, tank tackler
random ammunition in the barrel, rank grappler
tranq tacular, cancker sore inside your stankin' mouth
hacking the mainframe and drain your bragged out bank acocunt
taking it down notches, not just taping down hostages
I'm overtaking buildings make the willing my accomplices
sympathatic Stockholm pimp the wreckage syndrome
incidental wince slow, a winch is at your window
incidents with kin folk, hair trigger monoxidil
cannot compel a wretch to dwell beholden to colossal ill
new element compelling Cruella DeVille to build empires
inspire pyromaniacs to invent dense fire

WHAT
Watch out for the photoshoot when I’m holding an invisible gun at the camera!

This is how it
This is how it
This is how it was
And it’s never going to be the same again cuz