Credit to James R for helping me with Chorus (again)
I'll rip your spinal column out of your jaws with a force
of 1000 horses, of course this comes harder like military forces
blast with fire like a sorceress, it's three hundred degrees Celsius
you felt this diss now your hiding with a belt of piss
my welts don't miss so don't try to rub it away with pain killers
I gain thrillers, ran out of the apartment complex and slain killers
bullet spray for brain fillers, deliver liquidated sedatives
relative to premeditated illusions that waited to be speculative
I'm a native to this rap game, I trap lames with crap names
attack sane and insane individuals so I can start to clap train
I slap frames in 3D, 4D, who me, screw me, black and blue me
but before the true me comes you won't have a clue, see?
I'm so psychopathic, just a lyrical savage
I ravage, any MC crossin my path bitch
I can't quit, it's just what I'm built for
These verses are so weeded and even still it killed yours x2
Second verse is a weapon curse, delivering acid first
a rancid thirst bleeding for the worst on innocent shirts
a demon sent hurtz, ride in it as I shine and spit grimey shit
whine a bit I'll decapitate, and eliminate your spinal liquid with hits
burning like lipids and shit, enough energy like Duracell battery
commit assault and battery, now you motherfuckers mad at me?
an athlete with bloodstained cleats on the soles of his feet
what he stole was a feat, now he will shoot holes in your sleep
my rhymes like time, everyone always tryin' get ahead of it
and instead of spit I exhibit liquid made of gasoline elements
added with supplements of dope opium smoke makin' you choke
what I spoke has been dope, now it's amplified with pen strokes
I'm so psychopathic, just a lyrical savage
I ravage, any MC crossin my path bitch
I can't quit, it's just what I'm built for
These verses are so weeded and even still it killed yours x2
I analyze my game like John Madden, when bombs happen
the gong's slammin' and war rages on when I start rappin'
my heart's thrashin', rhymes linger in my ribcage like animals
begging like cannibals to be released and bite with psyche mandibles
my game is so flammable, and the pressure will ignite the fuse
your sight will lose, and you don't have the right to choose
my fight will bruise, and like tom cruise I'll get ya hoppin'
with me there is no stoppin', my jaws are always chompin'
stay droppin' lyrical dynamite, inside is explosives and thermite
My touch burns mic's with more friction then turn pikes
and I learned right, my skill was self-taught and wasn't bought
those who wanna develop just go after what I sought.
I'm so psychopathic, just a lyrical savage
I ravage, any MC crossin my path bitch
I can't quit, it's just what I'm built for
These verses are so weeded and even still it killed yours x2