Pile the dead outside of the venue.. And I won't deny or pretend to lie for any violence against you. Make you cry for every orifice I'm sliding this pen through... Use that same pen to kill whoever tries to avenge you...

Light up and L, smoke alarms go off inside of the church...

Know that I've been cursed...
Beat your ass, but tell you to eat your vitamins, first.
Shit was fire, now I'm igniting the hearse.
Smell of death was dire, n' required a nurse to try to disperse
The signs of dying. I'd be lying to say
I wouldn't catch a bullet if you fired this way
I am OK with sizing my prey
Got to cover your eyes in a way you can't see the amount of violence, displayed.
Don't want to talk about modern science,
Especially when I rhyme on the page...
Uh... see a fist aerial fly to your face
Air Traffic Control dispatching these hands
So it can have a safe passage, to land.
Don't got to practice, before you can manufacture a plan
I'm coming out like the Kraken,
N' smacking you with the back of a pan...
After it was on the burner...
Y'all can turn up if you want, I murder y'all with words, bruh.
Weaponize the English language like a foreigner talking....
Watch you hit the floor from a shot delivered to you, before you can stop it...
So, get on a forum n' talk shit...
May not know science, but my formula's toxic...
We can war, in a mosh pit.
Don't give a fuck, y'all worse than Mean Girls, forwarding gossip.
Dress to the occasion...looking for you, to pop shit...
Metaphors that explore the subconscious...
Was on boards back in 2004, before all this nonsense; recording, for content.
Uh... if the shoe fits you, bitch.
I place the rubber into those loose lips n' let the Velcro produce hits
Deuce deuce, this, is your new fix...
The new kicks is big enough to chop through bricks
Dude's trip when they see it, trying to a cop a few, which
Trickles down to the blueprints...
That new? Hasn't been new, since.
So, here's my two cents...
Chump change for when these chump's, change.
Punch that can stuff robust planes
Don't talk pussy; therefore, I can't understand what you cunt's saying...
My language is beat that ass syntax...
Too much fire, the engineer needs to have skin grafts.
Melt the speaker-box with these heatseeking thoughts...
No peacekeeper, watch.
Take a page out of Logan Paul's notebook, homie - we can box.
Pile the dead outside of the venue..
And I won't deny or pretend to lie for any violence against you.
Make you cry for every orifice I'm sliding this pen through...
Use that same pen to kill whoever tries to avenge you...
Whether it's your kid, that lil bitch can still catch the fade...
I mean shit, it's like a badge of honor for him, at that age...
Yeah, basket case completely detached from reality
When I smack his face with the impact of a Nascar lap, when raced..
Then after that yell out, "That's the brakes!"
Can't go back to redo past mistakes...
Shit, who knows that better than Pastor Mase?

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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 ...

So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises.

LOL @ the dust around from the mushroom cloud crushing, wow! Fucking clown! Yeah, how does it feel to be under ground? (Huh?) Literally. You can't get rid of me. Every bit of D- N-A is like a relay of keys placed, for you to Freebase... on A destructive nature of touching paper. A victim of habit. Up in your head, cause he lives in the attic like Roger from American Dad, scribbling at is.. notebook.. with Rachel McAdams face on the cover... he's physically had it. Needs Zoloft to doze off. So his father keeps... given em' tablets.. He sits in the blackness, drawing pictures of catfish. Why? Cause he's miserable, and considerably tragic. If you look at him, his innards are like a miniature of sinister lashes. So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises. I don't know what I'd do without this rapping shit, I'd probably h...

Ironically, I don't buy the approach... that's for the consumers... That's before the computers cornered their users In a systemic war in supporting abusers By being misinformed, so you lose your sense of identity n' scorn the accusers... opinions form n' you choose a door to open for your new rulers...

Fuck looking for signs, I create them.... here's one, for instance... Shine light into the eyesight of one who rinses their thought process with skewed beliefs... See the stare of the nationalist, looking through the sheets That's the altitude that I choose to reach I drop a rudimentary only a few can teach The same reverence as the Pope has accomplished to a priest... Or whatever it is to you geeks; not that I'm counting... Bring rivers of worship to outweigh the drops in your fountain I mean, I drop it down... So, if it isn't to much to ask, I'm asking you not to drown. Conversely, remain in place. 'Cause it isn't safe to hop out, now. Agnostic for awhile. Couldn't ignore it, for long. I wasn't dead, at least not yet - I guess the mourners are wrong. Incense is in the air, I came prepared wit' a nose clip... See your one dimensional plain tilt down - that's how my foes, slip. Didn't think I no-ticed? Jaws get dislocated if ever throwi...

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