Novatore the Cyborg - Acid Reflux lyrics

[Verse 1: Novatore] I spit the nasty rhymes that pierce through guts and make u sick dropping that sh** that start the acid flux get Spoons of Alka-Seltzer I'm the villain that you love to hate until you need me Please believe me, I'll paint your crib red like Helter skelter , stacking racks with shady acts like chuck Kuklinski Who did jobs for the mob and kept you in the freezer My rhymes is shady as bad wigs and monicoles My flows methodical, i f** your brain like lethal seizures Meter readers, get their eyes gouged from bad readings I like my bills cheap and easy like my court proceedings Shaq attack, acid bath, and torn stitches 90's gore steez like reeboks on witches My tempers viscous, rush the mound when the pitcher throws it throwing bows in, lyrically, you step to me you'll be demoted Left in suspense like great Hitchco*k thrillers While manifesting facades of blatant serial k**ers [cho x's2] This ain't no music make for whack cats with bad hearts My subject matter never ends up where it starts And every critic that I have I'll f**in put to rest My sharp precision burns like acid in your f**in chest This ain't no music make for whack cats with bad hearts My subject matter never ends up where it starts And every critic that I have I'll f**in put to rest I'll leave em nauseous, I'll leave you nauseous [Verse 2: Baer Coon the Ewokk] Reppin blue realness, this beat k**ed it All you wack emcees are on my f**in hit list Snipe you like a Kennedy, hope you in the vicinity Two swift back hands just for running into me I try to forget all the stupid sh** in music n***as need to take the real sh** and f**in use it Blend all the different styles the fire just fuse it..and don't abuse it. Smack it up like Ike Turner Eat the cake put the game on the back burner Get ya gun f**in strangs on her Take care of yourself, put your f**in rhymes on the shelf , Slater and Zach n***as (brrrng) Saved by the Bell Take it back to the nineties, road trip leave your a** behind me, kinda grimey, give no f**s y'all n***as out my element so try to find me. I'm kinda slimey.. I'm kinda slimey [cho 2x's] [Verse 3: Novatore] 16 or 8 it doesn't matter im getting in I came to win, to make the king my predecessor Like henry lesser I'm privy to secret information Bring your sweater for the sh** storm no better weather 100 dollar bills - Albuterol with no prescriptions Dodging convictions, im the victor theres no split decisions This the future times dystopian, throw in the towel Release my bowels on CO's when I visit all my duns in prison I masturbate with brillow pads and icy hot I drink clorox, and chloroform til i'm immune I do piq squeals on prank calls to f** w cops Suburban blocks.. I leave your culdesacs in f**in ruins I rob ancient tombs - j**elry from pharaohs Assa**ins arrow strikes the heart like i'm cupid I double dip and sell the sh** that lead to casket trippin Basket flipping at the picnic packing like I'm f**in stupid