Tantrum - Tic Tac Toe lyrics

[Verse One: Danimal Lector] I run this sh**, yo, so hit the road I'm sittin' low, slurpin' on that sizzurp, ho Switch up with the pick 'n roll You little trolls I'm a wizard with my grip on the globe I can switch from slow, to ridiculous flow In an instance, bro, easier than Tic, Tac, Toe It's more like, click, clack, "Nooo!" I got a big bag of dro Some zigzags to roll, and a six pack, lets go Time to kick a**, I know I'm ready for it, definitely bored with What I'm hearin', your best recording's Less important than my next dentist appointment I reckon you best stop messin' with the nest of this hornet Or I'll be collecting your organs, like Dexter Morgan Or send them to Oregon, or somewhere else that's foreign I've been drinkin' more again But bein' weird is kinda normal, man I'm sort of an alien, born with a cranium Full of an a**ortment of insane thoughts, kind of hard containing them My wife's been complaining I'm too weird Why? Cause I'm drinkin' a root beer, with a f**in' huge beard Aww shoot, dear I'mma go do a number two and write my name on this new mirror, with the poop smear You're dull as used shears, you ain't makin' the f**in' cut Knife in my grip, I'm like "Might I a**ist? Wa**up, wa**up?" Drunk as f**, giving tummy tucks Minus the part where I put you back together, you must be nuts I'mma eat your guts for lunch As I puff a blunt, you're such a dunce I'mma uppercut your mother in the c*nt With this rusty gun, and bust it when she cums Sounds disgusting but, fun Troublesome since I was young For a couple months I was good, only once and I was one I said f** it son, cause life's shorter than Danny Devito The Danimal we know? Straight wildcat like Teebow [Verse Two: Tantrum] This ain't new to a trained student A crazed lunacy, straight ruthless I make moves of deranged cruelty With great fluency When it's time to arrange eulegies You'll be prayin' to not be in the same room as me My heart isn't cold, it's cryogenic Tryna' step with a violent threat's Like givin' a Burn Notice to Michael Westen The kind of vengence that fights ahead till your life has ended With any kind of weapon, from striking methods To pyrotechnics You won't last, I'm beatin' your troops with tactical schemes I maneuver you, pa**in' right through your clavicle, seekin' My crew to battle's like dealin' with supernatural Creatures with moving mandibles, feasting on human cannibals That means I'm above the top of the food chain Touch my comfortable spots is what you're not gonna do, mayne I don't care about a lucky shot at a huge name I just kick a** then brush the blood off of my shoe strings