This is Track 1 of Words of Mass Destruction (Tenative Release Date: 4/13/12)
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I'm brandish'n the next in this list of demands,
you can't handle them cause they're too damage'n.
Hit'n this quicker than roadrunner killing Coyote Man,
Sketchdawg is a fuck'n Royal Flush hand
Slowly but creeping over these lands.
Ripping these lyrics that aren't famished and
spitting it grand with this mic in hand
cramming these lyrics into sentence frags-
Viciousness ampersand in a trance
are verses coming out of Casey's head.
Damnit my backwards rapping smacking bastards
caught in a camera lens
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I'm hot enough to fire engines, firing all these pistons
Writtens that got haters shit'n britches like stupid snitches
Delicious is this scientific-flow that will diminish you sentence
10 times before I finish. Birthday wishes hoping that I will somehow miss this
target implanted on your shit, is my incentive to dish disses
I'm Busting Rhymes like they were loose stiches.
My simple easy work is getting more vivid and wicked.
Casey's got the brightest wit, when he sits down with these bars to spit
Poison like they're arsenic in applejuice that makes you sick,
enough to start a Ballroom Blitz, or maybe you'll just start to trip.
Give this listen to your little kids, and they'll decide to dip.
Notice please my sharpest shit- It's burning all the arsonists
and killing all the murderists, Poetry of an Atheist Satan
who pays no tithe. I'm going hard than a softball pitch,
and I'm backwards like a thoughtful bitch.
In my plots there are some twists, in my rhmyes there are some tricks
This is just the beginning of WMD, without further a-do let's see what's next