King-ISO - Identity Crisis lyrics

[Verse 1 - King Iso] I'm the one that wanna shoot at all these new rap n***as Grippin' a new gat, to pull back, and do that business How the hell you n***as flexin', when you lack fitness? I'm insane it's Rick James I do slap b**hes You wack n***as go in the booth to spew that fiction Lyrics who you jack? John Cusack when you wack spittin' If you don't produce tracks and too rap then you wack n***a Who raps sicker than me?? NOBODY. True that n***a I blew that sh** out the water when I started rhymin' So watch a ba*tard who could give a f** if off the timin' I'm watchin n***as in these videos like y'all be lyin' I'm a walkin' talkin' flyin' hybrid made from rocket science I have been the tallest giant mileage n***a auto-pilot Commit a homicide when cops arrive when y'all 'gon buy it And what you call a starvin' artist I will call a diet And when I walk inside the room I get an awkward silence Like shh Satan, please grant me the serenity, sike b**h Just murder all my enemies and give me a white chick I might just, quit rappin' pick up a night shift And write a resume and then submit it to Isis The goddess that is, are you listenin' right, prick? The Christians hated me now they beginnin' to like it And I ain't even trippin' off you n***as who might spit Cuz everybody's having an identity crisis [Hook] [x3] I ain't heard nobody that be k**in' it like this They beggin' me to listen like I really would like it When nobody's original you n***as just bite sh** And everybody's having an identity crisis [Verse 2 - MCE] No secret I'm sittin', offa my rocker, leanin' off a bottle of vodka While you sittin' off in the bleachers, hollerin' aca-pellas You swear up and down that was off the top of your melon I'm a walkin' nightmare put the nail in, your coffin right there On the spot the way I bury ya's not even fair I'm not even hearin' ya yellin' for air cuz I'm not even here I'm an Area 51 experiment seranadin' the narrative And it's thrown up at arrogants since they won ever since I begun It's apparent I'll perish your pair of lungs Gimme a kick and a snare and I'll bare a pair of nuts Big enough to embarra**, King Kong with, watch I'll bet everybody will stare at us I'm playin' ding dong ditch with every f**in' radio rapper you sing songs with In between bong hits, and Minaj is my nog it's, like a f**in' see-saw Teeter totterin' on the brink of, bein' a, cross between Charles Manson and Jeffrey Dahmer co*k the hammer, crept up on ya, in the dark with a can of, bananas, but then again I'm an animal causin' panda-monium, Hannibal Lecter couldn't handle 'em [Hook]