EOM - Banana Sweg lyrics

I'm higher than some highlanders with the highest standards/ Pop quiz ya like I live to see the finest answers/ Your final exam is scored and furthermore you'll never anything in regards of what your working towards/ I'm a rap titan with the craftsmanship/ I'm outta' this world like NASA ships/ You can't be a part of k** threats or gallants/ Cause you don't have the heart, the sk** sets, or talents/ You wish you could rap but don't have the power too/ So if I were you here's what I would do/ First, I would place my head in the hydraulic press/ Congratulate my girl for having the world's smallest breast/ Second, get yourself a gun, knife, bad mother/ Then compose my will with the one-time pad structure/ Third, buy a plane ticket and 5 dil*os/ For your a**, and then proceed to break the side windows/ Finally, become an alcoholic/ Leaving suicidal notes of you coming out the closest/ I hate your sh** and I pa** no nickels/ I swear I'd listen to an a**hole whistle like/ That's sickening/ Dare to try and you'll get fired like chicken wings/ I'm hard body like the Terminator/ I've come to terminate your perpetrating Schwarzenegger's/ Half man, half machine/ Cyborg Masterpiece/ I feel the God inside touching like a Catholic Priest/ You're like a midget prostitute and probably half as cheap/ The type to take all I've got while I was half asleep/ You couldn't see this with goggles or gla**es/ So much style, you would think that I model for fashion/ I'm deadly with raps/ Flying from machine guns with machetes attached/ See I'm heartless, the lion in the Wizard of Oz/ I'm a crack in the streets, you're like a blizzard from God, I mean/ Please, give me your tour information and I promise you'll get cleared out like Store Liquidations/ I'ma force in the making/ I belong in Star Wars/ Stars soar, shooting at you Paul George Small Forwards/ My dreams are gigantic/ My head's full of water, my mind's the Titanic/ I got, big dreams the size of 5 planets/ I plan to be the best and die with the dynamics/ You spitting is an eyesore/ I'm the driver kicking the pa**engers out the side door/ But I won't because I would rather be eatin' rappers/ Playing COD with prestigious masters while I'm playing cards/ When I'm spitting, most rappers be ducking down/ And you would swear that I was a virgin cause I don't f** around/ But do your hours of searching and say I s** for now/ Mindset: Slaughterhouse for cattle and you stuck with cows/ You're burrito soft/ I break you down like Taco shells at a Taco Bell with Sofrito sauce/ You're life is 'bout as worth as much as a mosquitos cost/ Gravedigger, my graves laid with 8 strippers/ It's whatever, I just spit for fun/ I damage ya and then I'm out like a hit and run/ Bullets fly when I split the guns/ Mission Puns, you will die or die trying to spit to one/ Stay ad you'll get played like a Violin/ You joining orchestras and I'll of course conduct the chorus of the war for the rest of the night/ Get out my reticle, you'll have to reschedule for the rest of your life/ I mean, T-minus 10, I'm launching like a bottle rocket/ Done being nice, I'm here for your life and all the profits/ Your b**h removes here trousers every time that I'm around her like I'm Kenny Powers/ She reminds me of Debbie Downer/ I kick it like Soccer, I'm blessed by the holy father/ If I'm not playing I'm probably f**ing the goalie's daughter/