Save your pen ink for your autopsy report
This is karate with swords I'm not sloppy in form
Yo I'm piling the floor with dyin bodies of all
You s**a wack emcees I can't stop bothering the morgue
The way I flow I rip tidals matter fact RIP Tidal
Lately Jay's had too many Z's he's been idle
He once was an idol I'd write watchin the throne
But now I'm watchin the throne You might stop him with clones
I'm second to none, but you? You second to none
I'll give your dentist some fun right after dentin your front
Told you not to f** wit me the soju brought the drunk in me
The go-to for the dumb mc's who won't do more than touch the keys
Stuck in the comments section of YouTube instrumentals
I'm Cthulhu with a pencil and I bruise who missed the memo
My brain is a train wreck and I got some loco motives
Dare to go toe to toe with the shogun poet who wrote this?
I'm the type of dude to wipe your blood on your Jordan's
Think you shine? You don't see sun like abortions
I stay droppin' nasty bars, you droppin' bars of soap
My heart is broke. Karma won't stop him. Guard the pope
Flowing like holy water, Christ, I need a God dam
And I need a god damn to give you geeks who got raps
Don't like sports? Hope you're good at catching fades
That's a play, you basket case. I'll make your grave a basket case
And have a picnic with your mother. "what's in this sh**? I wonder..."
The stench begins to bug her. The piss 'n sh**'s all smothered
Make her make a sandwich. "This steak it tastes all rancid"
"Wait, that ain't a sandwich" Now she ain't gon raise a grandkid
I need a barcode for the bars I wrote. This is bar code. Go start your own
Word to Task1ne and Drake. It's an art form spittin' bars of ghosts!?
FOH. Hell awaits any fake to test my weight
Disintegrate the best of greats and all I needs a pen and pape!
I ain't sainting. I'm satan. Metaphaurus the mason
You pray you're goin to heaven? Don't make me adjust your placement
Only dogs you gon chill wit is Cerberus in his kennel
Not a bad egg. I'm deviled
I'm settled where the dead fill
Guardin' hell like Anubis. Takin' souls like, "A new b**h!"
Rockin' a chain made out of silver that I took from Judas
World in the palm of my left while the right is raisin' hell
Dad's a priest, but he raised hell. My grapes of wrath, your raisin hell
Call me Lucypher. You die first as soon as I heard your suicide verse
Make the noose tighter. I'm doin' my worst, so sue if I hurt
Your feelings. Send more written hate. I'll use 'em up for sh**tin'
At your buildin' I'm door kickin', b**h, not even God forbid this
My pastor dad was spat at and attacked with smack and branded bad
"You can't say that", he'd reprimand to man the fam from acts of man
But I'm back in black with smacks in raps. Attackin' back with wrath from dad
I pack my gat with raps n wrath Ill clack the gat and brrrat go blam