the trail begins to glow, you see it from your past. somewhere in your dreams, perceiving unknown fragments of information pulling it towards my brain like a 1 ton magnet. I got a leak in the code yo I heard I was hacked. F.B.I. trying to spy, yo I think they some fans of my murder raps. funny thing is im just a digital rapper, so only thing I kill is the beat when I rap son. you mad stuck when I bring the bad luck to you sad shmucks. smoke ya like a blunt and pass ya past the passenger out the window and ash ya. hit the gas son, what? you doin know I was driving higher than I've ever been but in the multiverse if there's no evidence of malevolence towards an individual I pretty sure there's no penalties for freedom of spee... (SLAP!) (BEAT DROPS OUT THEN COMES BACK.) OH YES THERE IS! especially when ya didn't invest in some self defense ya bitch! develope ya skills take some mescaline and discover yaself ya under attack up in heaven but they love ya down under in hell. (ding) ding ding you knew the bell would ring now bring me my helter skelter beach towel petey Pablo on you diablos chop dome with helicopter blades the way my words arranged blur the main data center that's meant to power this timeline. had a Mandela effect that turned my rhymes into pi but not the kind you eat at lunch time. the kind I use to calculate the obtuse angle in which I maneuver to mangle ya, rhyme stranglah, weaving webs deceiving messages leaving ya mind tangled up. my omnipotent ability to kill emcees like I'm Hillary killing our own military. skully already fully dead so hopefully they don't kill the real me if ya feel me. maybe I'll chill before I get myself into some kind of mind control hypnosis from some frequency controller reverse engineered from clear across the dimensional hemisphere here in an instant when ya just fold the map in half time travels quicker. pick ya final destination and yo on the low I kinda hope you don't survive the whole day bitch there's not enough brain cells in the matrix for that to even make sense. for most of you that probably skip my tack cause the boombap slapped ya! macked ya hoe snatched ya dough and I'm back at the lab kicking back laughing up a storm ya torn scorned for life adorned in strife trying to perform on the mic might be in ya better interest to quit this shit and join the special Olympics before I smack you in the balls like Wimbledon knock you right out ya timberlands. WILL THE TRILL TIM BRADY PLEASE STAND UP? PLEASE STAND UP? PLEASE STAND UP? the whole crowd just shouted so loud it tore down all the surrounding public housing and busted foundations I break bricks straight leg kicks like I practice tung sue doe moo duck wann. who the fuck you dun thought I was? I'm honestly probably the nicest slaughterer on the mic since deltron and automater honest abe would say something to the effect of "the common denominator between other marauders and skully is those bullies aren't as trained to slay guts n spray blood on ya fave rug while I freestyle and pull it out from under you in trouble tumbling down to the cellar under 2 hundred dollars all in the chat "to the moon and back!" public rooms hype the spam button frustration like you got penetrated Trojan horsed ya and popped out with more guns than you've ever seen before (RUUUN!!!!!) ITS LIKE THIS. I'm listening to drum and bass and she's listening to country while I'm busting all over her fucking face you remind me of rape cause it's a struggle to fuck with you. in another sense of the term they said "you'll never amount to nothing skull!" but I bless tracks when I burn mics. y'all see skully comin and take a firm turn in reverse and recursively recalculate route and say get me back to the fucking turnpike!!! these germs will never learn, right? haha perturbed little Herbert imma eat you for desert with syrup that sure burt sure looked more good on yer shirt and it helped cover up the blood smears chillin like "were just here on the corner eating some ice cream and my friends dropped some on his shirt and I screamed so there's nothing to see here, no need for police presence please return to your street residence skully will bully the beat with a freestyle after these messages [dj grims scratching and cutting a vocal audio sample that says "please consume this propaganda and propagate it in black and white like a panda pandering to man would be too big of a view for ya abused over used 1982 camera even a panoramic scene couldn't pan to see how the curve of the planets seen you seem to think there's some way you can make me understand that we live on a flat plane and it really makes me laugh in fact In my raps I have some mad slang I call y'all flat brainers cause ya thought container stretches an impressive half of a flake of space dust so in other words "bro you fuckin suck straight up!" don't stay up to late thinking about how ya got whooped and wanna retaliate but I'll tell ya one good word of advice. (drops mic)
