I can see how scared my opponent is despite him looking emotionless
But why should I bother with condolences
I'll knock you off your throne
With one homophone
You'll plummet like a descending heavy-weight and break your collarbone
Talkin' about droppin' I'll drop a rhyme like Scarface and I don't mean Al Pacino
I'm killin' n' flippin' any of my opposition, I'll defeat foes
It's not a fucking game, like DMX said
You can't take things seriously, have a head rest
And allegedly I
Was ready to die
And be gazed by heavenly eyes
I know you think I'm a loner, I agree, I could never go into fatherhood
Even if I did I'd probably get divorced from my wife afterwards
And then lose custody
Of the child, I must of been
Drunk, and while I was in a rage my wife suddenly
Called the cops, pulling up outside the front yard
Stepping out and walking towards me, expecting to be questioned hard
In a blind rage, I'd assault one of the officers with an uppercut
And then I woud probably literally bust a gut
I know y'all hate me, to be honest I don't give a fuck, you can feel free to criticize
It acts as my fuel like firewood I can visualize
Why you resent me, little son of a bitch, antisocial
The little wimpy coward who rejects your friendship proposals
Bitches, yall sniff powder to fill hours
I'm so inspired I could move mountains with my willpower
I'll leave you to ponder over my wordplay and entendres
Giving you an uncomfortable thought you ain't fond of
Bitch, I'd destroy you in an arena
Don't even try to fight back you got a strong spirit? I got ether
And so this simply completes the
Fucking massacre of all you faggots, I had to just leave ya
In my exhaust fumes, fuck your hate I'll just ignore you
If y'all choose to brush me off like I'm garbage
Yeah, don't forget to take out the trash, don't wanna mess up your tidy apartment
In this brutal brawl better go bashfully headlong into battles and be heartless
Ain't no time for hesitation and halfsteps
It's either fight hard or you're getting kaned
Chained and restrained, in straps in spite of your pain
So, whatcha get for your birthday, clothes, books, jack, new game console?
Bitch I swear I got tourettes but I don't fucking need to be consoled by your fucking sympathetic response though
Fuck, I haven't even fucking been fucking officially diagnosed
But it explains why I swear all the fucking time I suppose
Haha too obscene, wanna scratch the track you want me to apologize?
Bitch, your hand will spend two years doing 360s anticlockwise
Son of a bitch, let's lock eyes
And I'll win every standoff we have and I'll be in the spotlight
Doctor better go get the extra strength tylenol 3s
You're looking pale, but in spite of your pleas
For mercy
Bitch ain't gettin' none it's too early, I ain't finished with your torture you can ask me afterwards, yeah curse me
Besides that'd be karma and it can only harm ya, if you've been a bitch yourself, so you can ponder
All your wrongdoings, go on fix me with a lobotomy
Get me institutionalized, undisputed that I'm honestly
Nuts, so get your neurosurgeons to fix those loose screws with their appliances, to keep this defiant bitch under control and tyin' it
Up, so it can't escape in order to silence it
Look at me, I'm so lonely nobody knows me
I won't know what love feels like by the time I grow crow's feet
If I even get there, as my raps get standing ovations
I'm getting so sick I'm iller than an AIDS patient
To be honest, I'll be the one who'll be homeless while you're earning money in your office block
But at least I'll able to fight with the creator sooner, your arms are too short to box with God
