Kickin sick stomachs
They ralph at the illest writtens
Ethan Hunt said its possible
Now look at them on a Mission
While we out here making cake
You f*ggots stuck in the kitchen
Now ain't it a bit ironic
How you can't handle what I'm dishing?
Imma hit you with a Dodge
Coming through in that fast-lane
You'll end up in the E-R
That I missed in my last name
Im the final boss
You still stuck on the last stage
That means when I finish first
You still in the last lane
They know he flows ill with real sk**
And more tech than robots from real steel
I used to be nice
But that was way back
Now if you yap you get clapped off
Like the end of a stage act
They say "Bro you rap cold so where is your cash at?"
But rich rap!?
Thats just a rip off like clothes tags
I spit, it gets messy
...the man slobs
No need for a track in the back
The beats off like handjobs
They tell the young lies
And still I wonder why
Cause you can never hide the truth
In the dark from a bright mind
ANOMALY