bloodied billions and trillions of little microscopic rappers
grab the clapper, blast with anger, all you hear is pitty patter
does it matter, love my laughter, all you hear is little shots
your tickles do not stop my shots from slicing you with this hot
lyrical drops, don't stop spittin' punchlines at nautical knots
topical spots swap nuclear energy like the sun when I got
my drops tightened and brightened with lightened agression
cause a depression, punchlines hit America in a recession
lyrical confessions reveal the feelings I hid with a seal
get rid of the real, replace with something the fake can feel
spillin' adrenaline onto the paper, slice my skin with razors
lyrical lasers guide me in favor to make sure I have the best flavor
in my rhyme book container, like a painter I brush the desk
to rush the rest of my work to perfection, if not I'll snap my neck
grab the tech and blast the next person who wanna tempt me
I'm an MC with venomous deeds, agenda is to make you bleed
take your needs and swallow it, regurgitate, have you borrow it
your sorrow fits the hollow tips, cause' of the fuckin' shit
you all want me to spit, that's it, I'm through being a puppet
fuck it, you're lucky I won't see a meteor and throw you towards it
it's boring, I can't stand this land of wack MC's, writin' with hands
you fighting with bland punchlines back and forth, now understand
I'm so sick and tired, my tech is tired, my rhymes are silenced
I've used way to much violence, to be honest I appeal to an audiance
you appeal in the wackest sense, this track is bent in flames, my name
will stay in the rhyme hall of fame until somebody bashes my brain.