Check in the airbag carrier to see if there's survivors....
carriage cypher, pull you off the side, faster than Paris drivers.
My arrogance is only paralleled by my ability to not care it is...
So there it is, if you believe in love, you can get married, to these pair of fists..
"I now announce you husband and wife"...
I'm out all of love, so, fuck the advice.
If you don't catch both of these hands, then these knuckles, suffice.
Yeah, a couple of strikes - it'll be the side of a matchbox.
Military grade - I be shooting dice, like it's Black Ops.
Literally, shooting the dice. I pull my revolver out n then I line up the scope.
The crab players at the table ask if it's some kind of a joke.
"DO I LOOK LIKE I'M LAUGHING??!!!? ", I say, with serious conviction...
Then I burst out in a laugh, because it's only right that I carry tradition.
I live my life by the book, so there's some varying fiction
The lines that I write are a matrimony that is married, by diction.
Telepathically carrying eggs, attached to plastic spoons
While I ask 'em, "What's cracking, dude?" Outside of these Ostrich eggs that are hatching, soon.
Yeah, Inglorious bastards, whom come out like the Bear Jew
then start attacking you with a bat, you knew as soon as you seen his eyes
That your head would be bashed, in two.
Hans Landa; got a passion for this mic, as he did in catching Jews.
This rapture can change your Roman Catholic views.
So, kindly, shut the fuck up... and eat your vitamins.
Battle me if you wish to see this side, again.
Seems like history has just freed Leviathan.
Every key that I rhyme within is like a forest fire.
The encore, on par with Soar's desire.
To give you more, till this forum board, expires.
And eradicates the life in it, yet.
Let 'em know, I've been nice with this text.
I liken it to a Lycan, at best.
The North Viking; Thor, striking your chest, with Mjolnir
A shrinking trap door, cause, this is as tight as it gets.
Mass war, the Smell of Teen Spirit as Cobain's strumming his last chord.
You asked for it. Can't get 'past' it...
So, life is moving in 'Fast Forward'....
Garbage compactor, when I see that trash forming...
Paralleled to West when Yeezy's revenue shot right past Jordan's.
Ugh, that must have been tough to watch.
You simply can't fuck with the Juggernaut. You're bugging, like an FBI-cover operation...
You're outward person, huh. Not after I knock your face in...
- such an awkward placement, you wouldn't need doctors to tell that it's not adjacent.
A fucking dosage of Celph is worse than the COVID's inoculation
You'd have a better chance of Trump, swearing in Biden, at his inauguration
Then throwing hands, so, keep it shut for a second, ya dig?
My testicles are especially big, they have to put it next to a rig.
So, I guess the next question would be...
what's your girls pain threshold? Cause I'm-a deposit in her third party, and I ain't Escrow.
Yeah, the type of disrespect she's come to accept.
Which is far less then I'd need to get me under her dress.
If you wonder what's next, you're fucking clueless - yeah, Dionne and Cher.
I mean, I can draw you a picture or something, if it was not as clear.
I got her rear, perked out... fucking her, while we're on a chair.
Let's be honest, dear. I'm a head of your time, like a vehicle's model year.
Mannnn... if Bill Gates really wanted to put a chip in your neck.
He'd simply do it, cause you come off as a bitch, that'd give into requests.
Stop lying, bro. Do you really buy that sci fi shit?
Wearing a tinfoil hat, wondering where US is getting their oil at.
Throwing fits to your parents, because - deep down - you're a disloyal brat.
Doing everything that you can to avoid the fact...
That my bombs, on this board, are like the ones that destroyed IRAQ.
How are you in the hood? Nothing but sitting wood.
Your livestock, is looking more like diminished goods.
Catch a fist with the same impact of Greg the Barber's, when hitting Suge.
So many different hooks, It'll break fisherman records entered in Guinness book.
I'm back, y'all. With the toilet paper, on back haul.
And a scarecrow on my porch, because this shit right here? Is my last straw.
Either that, or, I'm Leatherface, with a hacksaw.
That's next to a pick, to make chandelier, from your glass jaw!
Whoa. Now, don't get offended....
You know I'm demented. I'm crazy. You know I won't end it.
Low and behold, ya know I'm going again, bitch.
Going out with a bang, C4 at the entrance. You go for it, and I'm blowing your fence, in.
Soak in the moment, Spongebob - it's about to get real.
I lived my life like a Gambit; the only question is, how do I deal?
having cold showers, until I come out of it, without the power to feel
This black cloud hanging over my head, attempting to rain, but, I doubt that it will.
Emotions range from sober, to hungover.
With the purity of a young Yoda. Nobody knows the mark of death, 'till it comes for ya.
With open arms. How can you know where the fire's brewing, with broke alarms?
And the enemy has your blokes, disarmed?
Shit is a destitute. No respects to whom takes your kindness and treats you like a receptacle.
With the vices they left you to. The effort in me
To change the perception they see, by altering the narrative
And showing you the rest of the screen.
They say your goals are only met in your dreams
Which is a detriment to your success, since it means they're stripping you of the identity
that makes us intellectual beings...
Telling them you're much more than they flesh that they see.
Just being the best you can be.
And take it as a message from me...
If you feel your special, believe in reaching to your potential, then leap
Until the glass ceiling is resting, beneath every step that you reach.