Ladies and gentlemen, tremble when the revenant enters with venom and sediment shiftin’ your skeleton I sever your melanin, split your intelligence, ventilate everything — ceiling’s irrelevant I feel like breakin’ and enterin', bendin’ your residence, slayin' you Zimmerman-style with the sentencing Dismember appendages, swingin’ your chin with a spin like a pendulum, then I’m inventin’ your synonyms Injurin' gentlemen — penicillin isn't fixin’ ’em, death is the regiment, better get rid of ’em I hit the Running Man soon as the gun in hand jump and jam — switchin’ hands like it's ambidextrous discipline Sick as a man stickin’ his dick in his mother Samantha, a son of Sam tantrum, I’m frantic and militant Damn — another expansion, a writer on missions with murderous manuscripts militant When we walk in the building with millions of villains, it feel like a billion infantry militant That’s a ten-hundred grand entrance, engines revvin’, transitions venomous, limitless— Smackin’ your mother for emphasis, listen — mutation improvised, too late, now I chew faces with wickedness Back with the gun-in-hand businesses, strays ricochet, anatomy grazed with derivatives Gun raise like it got a raise in its benefits — salary shift, now it's paid to dismember kids I’m at your door like a natural predator, killing competitors — call me Mickey, my .38 Mallory’s nemesis Brain sicker than Casey Anthony’s pantry of damages, can’t understand how deranged my mechanics is Family telepaths handin' me strategies — galaxy-spanning catastrophes I'll enslave humanity casually, paintin' calamity, agony tragically, frame it in Satan’s own gallery But I’m not evil — I’m holy as Nazarene faculty, accurately— Insanity battles me, hand me the steel and I peel like a masterpiece Can’t imagine me givin’ a fuck in reality, blast your anatomy, scatter your grey like a lost analogy That motherfucker can't fathom me, don’t tell me “chill,” I’ll kill every fallacy Crip with a thousand riders from West Side tragedies, Steyr under pillow — call it my Bed-Stuy balcony If you rebuttal, utter it — subtle or stuttered — just know like your music, we don't play that audacity I’m H to the O, R-S-E, no escape, the letters will chase you emphatically E-gang came straight for your ho — paper to blow, came in the door with insanity Fuck you, pay me, and maybe — pay us again like we added new tax to your salary Haters should pay up or lay up with hoes in the ground, shamefully sprayed with brutality I keep it straight up for sure, y’all straight up for show — feminine energy, change up your fallacies Menstrual cycle — period — change your flow, seriously, mimic me and bleed in totality Instrumental psycho, Michael revival, thriller recital, moonwalk inside your reality Wake up with flows, never make up with hoes, MAC to your nose — I contour anatomy Laid up with centerfolds, stripping clothes, dripping in Kenneth Coles — luxury vanity Since day one I go hard, stiff as a board, sword grip in palm — award my insanity Dick leave ’em sore, cut deep like a spear, disappear — I deserve a new trophy for man of the year capacity I’m the shit — swag celebrated, chicks levitated when I enter, they cheer automatically When I’m fuckin', I’m touchin' her stomach — in belly, sincere, DMX energy savagely Y’all not fly — pricks queer, wouldn’t get a Pretty Woman in rich gear or galaxy-fabric chic Your bitch rear make my snake fear, she dry as a mime — she silent, no talkin’ in my reality Your chick plain — mine only plain when she takes off, flight gear, runway mentality Carry on — love landing strips, feeling airborne, cannabis airborne, high-grade flammably Fuck rulebooks, laws evaporate — we break 'em, bake 'em, incinerate pages emphatically On some fuck-the-book energy — until that paper comes, paper cum anatomy Heart of Machiavelli, MAC 11 ready, confetti fall steady when enemies exit dramatically What you thought of, we thought of already; what you started, we halted already—chronology mastery Better be ready for deadly melodies — machete integrity, sever you graphically Pornstars I 69 — star alignment divine, like I’m callin' your celly telepathically New levels ahead of me, pedigree heavenly, chemistry weaponry expertly crafted so savagely I’m a veteran steadily shredding your legacy, remedy none, I'm the entity sanity battles me Split atoms with accuracy, rap is a galaxy — gravity falls when I rap so emphatically I'm a cavalry casualty factory, actually stacking up casualties annually I fracture your family tree, branch by branch, then plant your anatomy graphically I’m the reason your strategy panicky, vanity vanish when facing my majesty I damage mechanically, gears in my brain rotate satanically But still I'm angelic organically, duality managing I’ll dismantle your management, handle your clan with abandonment Then stand in the aftermath laughin’, slammin’ your planet, And end the whole cypher like, Bitch, this is how you should’ve been rappin’.
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