Wow... never got tired of rapping. Still at the helm, never took the time to hire a Captain. I am in action. Me and Michael Bay got a dire attraction to blowing things up. Only with me, I stick around to see your kind of reaction.

 

 

 

Yeah, tell em' to go cry home like, "THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET"...
Do I look upset? Do I look mad?
There's a lot of fish in the sea, so give me a hook, dad.
Yeah. I'm the storm bringer. I don't completely flaunt, I let my metaphors linger..
On the precipice. Make an indention where you was resting, bitch.
Yeah I got messages for any receptionist. You hang up my phone call?
I'm raiding you like a faggot in Stone Wall.
Put you in the freezer with Rocky - watching your bones thaw.
Fuck Spiderman, I'm Bonesaw.
So raw, I don't cook my Hamburger, I just eat it with coleslaw.
Oh, ha. I saw what did there. Did you?
Bet you fucking didn't. So shut up and admit it.
I could I spit a thousand keys, while you come up with a gimmick.
So sick, I run up in a clinic, asking for the fucking attendant.
I'm a hustler, your suckers a.... nothing, go for the Jugular..
Tell your mother to come to my house, my nuts need some rubbing up.
Here's my rubber nut. Now go home, you done enough.
Yeah, give me brain. Are you dumb enough? You want some of the cum in yah?
AWWW SHIT. acknowledge the brolic-ness.
Catch me with the college kids, rocking a Hollister shirt
like a nervous wreck. Tripping off Percocets.
Verses get crazy, suffering birth defects... it's hurting, yes.
Wow... never got tired of rapping.
Still at the helm, never took the time to hire a Captain.
I am in action. Me and Michael Bay got a dire attraction
to blowing things up. Only with me, I stick around to see your kind of reaction.
Fuck it. I keep firing, blasting.
Killing ya. Grilling ya for as long as I'm willing ta'...
So you need to come to a conclusion now. The music child.
You've forsaken me? Yeah, it's obvious to see you got that Judas style, money..
I'm nicknaming you Juvenile. Funny? don't think so.
Break the clock hands off n' watch your boat sink slow.
"I'm sick.", is that what you think, bro?
I think no. I drink SO... fucking much that I ink
flows, dressed in a pink robe.

Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze artist so skillfully concocting the balance... I mean it's awkward, at how the kids come at me when they thought they can challenge... A beast who slaughters so regularly, a crew mops up his palace...

Time to yell, rhymes expel the kind of heat...
That Satan couldn't handle in the furnace room, while he tried to sleep...
I mean, venomous rage when this pen's engaged...
penetration... his head's aching from all the fucked up medication...
They'd never face em... why the fuck would they?
Battle in hell... a pressure gauge of talent that's shattering wells...
From a different planet, n' I must say that Saturn's swell..
I've had it, the smell ...of defeat in the cavern dwells..
I got an ego that needs to be popped, repeatedly... rock...
your drive, I'm never parked, so why the fuck would I be in a lot?
His stream of talent? well, it seems like a-lot...
A genius, thought to be the next incarnation of Einstein with every line rhymed...
It's my time, don't get clocked out...
Fucking naked... baring my soul, it's apparent, I swallow arrogance whole...
Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent?
The trapeze artist so skillfully concocting the balance...
I mean it's awkward, at how the kids come at me when they thought they can challenge...
A beast who slaughters so regularly, a crew mops up his palace...
Got a popular prowess...
Giving you notice, I'm James Holmes
after the Aurora Theater, got punchlines rigged with explosives...
I'm the one they commonly followed... leaving dominance and any
common sense hollowed... shit, it's almost like Rocky/Apollo...
The underdog... that's too cocky to swallow...
No chance... I slow dance with these tempos..My Chemical Romance
with the pencil...
His whole plans are suspenseful... minus the intricacy
of his patterns... it's hard to adjust when he gives you a marginal thrust...
bars will get crushed under arms, make em' harder to touch...
N' after it's done? He sits back n' smokes a cigar from the rush...

No screen capture, I'm the Green Lantern... Weaving bombs in a neat pattern. You geeks battling on the beat can just keep chattering...

Seeping deep in the cut... I ain't happy till the speakers are up..
Optimus Prime, rocking em' lines, and they're diesel as fuck...
So all were missing is Michael Bay, n' all them explosions...
No CGI, all reality in plausible motion...
No screen capture, I'm the Green Lantern...
Weaving bombs in a neat pattern.
You geeks battling on the beat can just keep chattering...
A controversial slang... sit or play up, I gotta lay up like Kirko Bangz...
Nothing but net that will blow your brain out like Kurt Cobain's...
Sitting on the La' La' La', with my pilot on Purple Planes...
While they're trying to figure me out...
It's not like I keep triggers...
No peace, got beats if I wanna ruin you weak niggas...
If you're not thinking big enough, you're simply not in my league...
Got liquid metal pumping through my I.V
Thai' weed... make my fucking eyes Chinese...
Cop like 5g's... then it's off to work..
dropping purp... around the clock, like an Office clerk...
This is me... freaking trees like I'm in a forest...
The kid's enormous with pitching, no Trouble With The Curve here...
Win decks, make em' words clear...
I got my herd here... Lions, we preserve fear... striking it in your colony...
No association with twitter, I make em' follow me...
Head Honcho, Apollo Creed fighting Rocky, get dropped with ease...
Second nature, I breathe through the essence...
each key as its weaving a sentence, through the fabric of time...
My body of work, the anatomy lines
parallel to my height, I'm on my gravity grind...
No space boots... Andy Kaufman, Man on the Moon...
out of this world, cause your planet some doom...
No speaking in tone, I reach in your zone like the defense linemen...
When I get to rhyming... it's best that you step behind, and...
Peep game. That chip on your shoulder? Is just a weak grain...
Running online shit, like Anonymous, I don't need names...