MARKED FOR DELETION - Detonator (Aka Trife) lyrics

I am the epitome of mentally fit lyrical wizardry Fear the ability, making miracles appear to you vividly With an affinity within me willing to deal every enemy penalties You're over the line, cause you crossed me like symmetry You're that p**y, cat that's finicky like Morris Serving ya' plate, but every inning you're scoreless Making ya' day like Doris, I'll put you away for good like storage My formula's more of a sure thing than a who*e It's: Shorten your life-span with a verse and a chorus I'm certain to floor kids, the minute I rip the curtains before us Asserting the forces of nature, burning ya' forest Even hurling sterling performers twirling towards the camera lenses of Discerning tourists observing the horrors As they take it all in like porous surfaces Spurting these murderous lyrical scourges Cause I'm a purist and you're trife life is purposeless Just give it up, like s*utty mannequins, you're a fake f** It seems you lost all your sense like Helen Keller going bankrupt I'm pitch shifting, making your facial display change up Detaching your superfluous pieces like pay stubs You didn't take nuff precaution Stepping to Tonedeff is like calling out Irish motherf**ers in Boston I'm hunting you down for goodwill, my game is out there You couldn't rock in your grandma's house chair My syntax rearranges your flesh like skin grafts The odds of you winning are slimmer than Ally Mcbeal on Slimfast You're like them other actresses I'm tighter than 4 virgins in solitary confinement With hymens as thick as rubber mattresses With a**es split to make a perfect fit- like a c*** in you I only play your sh** to remind me what not to do I'm executing verses you thought were impossible From the jump, you were merely a hoppable obstacle Stick ya' like Popsicle's, in lines you stand in back of me On tracks, you couldn't bust a nut While a slamming a hammer in the Planters factory I'm seedier that your papi, you're a flower, son Your hour's come in a plastic bag, just watch me devour some Your delusions of power's done, cause each and all believe you need to fall So, I be torching up ya bleeding walls like Seton Hall Deleting beats and knocking your skull into a handy coffin So don't be shocked when you're the man on the moon like Andy Kaufman You'll be deader than Bambi's mom when the brush went up in smoke You're sh**'s cheesier than the state of Wisconsin Yo, fate is a consonant; cause, "AE!!", I-O-you nothing You've just been 'disem-voweled' as I've been rocking sh** You know the difference between you and a dog's life? Yo, Eventually with training a dog'll be nice