Call it parkour, but hardcore
I make k**ing an art form
d**h's cold taste, sweet as Carte D'Or
No need to start wars for a difference of opinion
Gimme the name of your antagonist, I'll stick 'em in the ribs
Because I'm an a**a**in, one with a pa**ion for innovative rapping
Droppin' so fast you're probably havin' a problem to follow the captions
I'm so ahead of my time, I'm probably rappin' backwards
I'm a scholar of Latin with a masters in dispatchin'
Anybody that's ha**lin' one of my customers
I cuts them up and shuts them up in a casket
What you've got to do is ask
And I'll have grabbed and then stabbed them in the abdomen that minute
And be finished with the k**in' before you've finished with askin'
A bird of prey with Terminator's murder rate
I'm servin' plates of pain up like a perverse buffet
Take you to the pearly gates
I'll impersonate a pa**erby
You wouldn't bat an eye until your circulations pacified
So practiced, I couldn't count the crimes I've perpetrated
How many spines of vertebrates I've snapped
My raps travel through sound and time
Reverberate through generations, permeate
My serenade regurgitated through a nerd rapper's recitation to your earthly playlist
So I'd say this was a revelation
(Was a revelation)
A revelation
(A revelation)
A revelation
(A revelation
A revelation)