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