[Verse 1]
My sh**'s injected subliminally
Like a coke-fed rat in a psycho-laboratory
Brainwashed to do one thing cause they told me the trap thing was the real thing..
I wanna talk to the true king
I wanna know why they cling to the same ol' triplet;
Gotta line up but f** this trap train ticket
'Cause I don't care 'bout the rap fame, s** it
[Chorus 1]
Call me chemo, Imma k** it
Call me chemo, Imma k** it
Trapdoor's open I cry: "Thomas, give me a rhyme"
My lines are sick (x3)
Metastasis, Metastasis
[Verse 2]
Promethean in nature, Isara's a sanctuary, that sh**'s feng shui
You'll hear from us till the vultures give up, but our liver grooves fancily when it menstruates
What's up Oise, a rap Silicon Valley; our new tech's dope never seen on the telly and highly anticipated like a brand new phone
And the barron said: "All will yet be dope"
[Chorus 2]
Call me chemo, Imma k** it
Call me Chronos, Imma eat it
We'll bring fire to fight fire
My lines are sick (x3)
Metastasis, Metastasis
[Verse 3]
You all know Imma shoot my papa
And I've heard the Pope's words since I was a young boy
From my bedroom echoes of the (gun shots)
Too remote to be relevant, but too close to be ignorant
A different incomer, an executioner
I'm gonna cushion your coughs at the second I cut
Trap be silent, ink's too violent
A tale told by an idiot, shut down by a polyglot
[Chorus 3]
Call me chemo, Imma k** it (x4)