[Intro – 4 bars] (Sound of a lighter flicking, followed by a dark, distorted laugh) You think because I’m smiling, I’m not dangerous? Big mistake. I play with my food before I eat it. Lyrical Deathmachine. Track ten. [Verse 1 – 8 bars] I’m a lyrical piranha, drama, karma, armor in the sauna I’m-a-be-the-one-to-put-the-comma-where-I-wanna I’m skipping on the rhythm like a stone, I’m in the zone I’m a king upon the throne, leave the brittle bone alone I’m playing with the cadence, making arrangements for the payments Leaving all the fakes in the basements with the statements It’s a game of cat and mouse, and I’m the cat with the house I’m the giant in the room, and you’re the quiet little louse. [Pre-Hook – 4 bars] Don't get it twisted, don't get it confused I’m having some fun, but you’re getting used [Hook – 8 bars] I’m just messing around, tearing the ground, making the sound Of a thousand-pound hammer that is coming to town Yeah, messing around, catching a vibe, killing the tribe With a lyrical bribe that you cannot describe It’s a sinister play, a dark-ass day, get out of the way Before I decide that it’s time for the slay I’m messing around, but the edge is still sharp I’m playing your ribs like a beautiful harp. [Verse 2 – 8 bars] Look-at-the-way-that-I-mess-with-the-syllable-killable-fillable-well I’m-sending-them-straight-to-the-depths-of-the-lyrical-hell I-am-the-master-of-mayhem-I-play-them-and-slay-them-and-weigh-them I-pray-them-to-stay-in-the-lane-where-I-lay-them It’s mental, parental, and transcendental, instrumental Accidental? No, it’s intentional and supplemental I’m laughing while I’m slashing, crashing and bashing the fashion Of rappers who lackin' the passion and action and ration. [Verse 3 – 8 bars] I’m juggling grenades like they’re oranges and limes I’m committing the most entertaining of crimes I’ll rap about a toaster or a roller-coaster poster And still be the one on the most-wanted-poster It’s effortless, restless, and totally guest-less I’m leaving the industry broken and breast-less? No. I’m leaving it breathless, deathless, and reckless I’m stealing the crown and I’m keeping the necklace. [Hook – 8 bars] I’m just messing around, tearing the ground, making the sound Of a thousand-pound hammer that is coming to town Yeah, messing around, catching a vibe, killing the tribe With a lyrical bribe that you cannot describe It’s a sinister play, a dark-ass day, get out of the way Before I decide that it’s time for the slay I’m messing around, but the edge is still sharp I’m playing your ribs like a beautiful harp. [Verse 4 – 8 bars] I’m dancing on the edge of the ledge with a pledge to the hedge Of the lyrical wedge, I’m the sledge in the dredge I’m twisting the meaning, I’m leaning and screening and cleaning The fiending and weaning of the demonic-ass leaning I’m a trickster, a fixer, a lyrical elixir mixer A bicker, a flicker, a legendary-ass picture I’m messing with your head while I’m tucking you in bed With the lead and the thread of the words that I said. [Verse 5 – 8 bars] It’s a comedy of errors, a delivery of terrors I’m looking in the mirrors at the lyrical-ass sharers I’m popping the bubble, I’m causing the trouble in rubble I’m seeing the double in the legendary-ass stubble I’m playing with the pace, I’m a slap in the face I’m a disgrace to the race of the human-ass base But I do it with a grin, while I’m committing the sin Of the win in the bin where the losers begin. [Hook – 8 bars] I’m just messing around, tearing the ground, making the sound Of a thousand-pound hammer that is coming to town Yeah, messing around, catching a vibe, killing the tribe With a lyrical bribe that you cannot describe It’s a sinister play, a dark-ass day, get out of the way Before I decide that it’s time for the slay I’m messing around, but the edge is still sharp I’m playing your ribs like a beautiful harp. [Bridge – 12 bars] (Music box melody plays, distorted and slow) One, two, I’m coming for you. Three, four, I’m at the door. Five, six, I’m playing my tricks. Seven, eight, it’s already too late. I’m hiding in the static, I’m hiding in the noise. I’m breaking all your spirit like I’m breaking all your toys. Do you hear the laughter? It’s coming from the wall. I’m waiting for the moment when you finally fall. Is it funny yet? Is it making you sweat? I haven't even started with the real-ass threat. (Loud distorted laugh) Boo. [Hook – 8 bars] I’m just messing around, tearing the ground, making the sound Of a thousand-pound hammer that is coming to town Yeah, messing around, catching a vibe, killing the tribe With a lyrical bribe that you cannot describe It’s a sinister play, a dark-ass day, get out of the way Before I decide that it’s time for the slay I’m messing around, but the edge is still sharp I’m playing your ribs like a beautiful harp. [Outro – 4 bars] (Sound of a toy music box snapping) Messing around? Maybe. Deadly? Definitely. KB. R.C.W. Productions. Keep the tape running.
