Velociraptor on the track
f**ing snap back and leave your cap resting on your b**h's flats
f** a Glock pop-off
I'd rather knock your top off
With a tactic similar to that of a late Nazi's Mein Kampf
I'm hammocking on top of tree limbs
And see when your man and you walk by
I'll drop down and turn him into Wheat Thins
Covered in the carnage, I'll proceed then
To turn to you and ask if you'd like to catch a movie or be friends
Say "no" then you can be skinned
Psychotic and neurotic enough to plant a remote explosive
On your nose tip and blow it and watch the end of your neural rod drip
They call it the valley of d**h, I call it an accident
When I stood on top of a mountain and sneezed, blasting it
Right off the f**ing mapping, kid
(Dog, you stray off topic) So? (Stop it)
Man, f** you, I can talk sh** 'bout any nonsense I want and the kids'll still cop it
(What makes you so confident?) What makes you not, b**h?
It's hot sh**, and last I checked this is my track, so hop off it
Catch me playing doctor with your man for leisure
Performing improbable open heart surgery with no anesthesia
He's screaming, he's bleeding, he hurts
And while I'm juggling his organs, I tell him real doctors are worse
Rearrange his abdomen with his lower intestine
I'm investing too much time (On to the next guy)
Stitches are for pussies, n***a, I'm not sewing you up
Stuff some gauze in the gash, it'll be like new, bruh
Slowly glue it up, next day he's feeling flued up
A week later and the n***a's still throwing food up
I'm like a mouthful of dried jalapeños dipped in cinnamon
No sugar coating, the fire won't stop 'til you're giving in
Hand your broad over and the blade won't get too intimate
But resist and it'll be like Jonah Falcon's dicking in your dirty den
(I'm not entirely sure what that's a threat to lacerate, so...)
Well have you ever had a 13" dick shoved up your a**hole? (Well, no)
Inflicting pain, or leave it sustained
Like one in the same, n***a, what's my name?
Your mind go blank? I'll ask again
n***a, what's my name? n***a, what's my name?
Not playing games: nothing to gain
Wanna act out? Your mind'll change
But if it stays, if it remains
You'll be found the next day - dead and slain
Sit and waitin', growing impatient, anticipatin'
Which one of you hatin' blatants is about to gain some lacerations
Give myself a standing ovation, covered and caked in
Red congratulations, nothing short of this vocation's ventilation
I feel the sensation, familiar temptation
Put you in sedation, perform a legation
Stuck in contemplation of your castration
My mind - it stays racin, I watch you awaken
Your pupil's dilation show your frustration
I feel the vibration of monster starvation
I reek of amazement, I'm bleak and I'm dazin'
You scream, but you're caged in; I'm angered - enraged and
I've lost concentration, I feel the formation
Of primal notation, and through this creation
I'm left to damnation, nothing could save it
It's your expiration, to put in summation
A rash altercation could be the causation
A quick amputation, a smile on my face and
Through the duration of my fascination
You breathe: inhalation, and scream: exclamation
Now my aggravation leaves your destination
To some annexation. Put forth animation
Now my celebration at your cancellation
Your limb dislocation, your confiscation
Acidification, dehumanization
Resume the gyration of my red foundation
Your deadly flirtation induced the migration
To your new location: (a filthy crustacean)