Instinctive nature to bring the anguish (yeah). To the English language. With this ink. You haters get rode on like a piece of paper. This rap shit got me travelin' place to place. You barely leave your house. 'Cause you're always stuck at your pad. It's stationary. Yeah that's why when I brainstorm. Gotta write it out. Simon Cowell of rhymin' foul. That's why you sound so shook. Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat. Hook it inside your mouth go-hruh. That's what it's like when the mic is out. 'Cause I'm tearin' at your flesh with it. 'Til your larynx and neck are split. With these lyrics weapons expert with. Like hair extensions extra clips. And you're scared to effin' death of it. Bitch you're starin' at a legend that. In a pair of Skechers sweatshirt ripped. And hoodie black should be strapped. To a chair or stretcher. Electric swear on every record bitch. Finger so high in the air. I'll bet your senses flip. Like a barometric pressure switch. Carin' less who I offend with this. I'm at your neck like Pez dispense. Go 'head spit your flow bitch!. I'm at your throat like chloraseptic 'septic. And you got strep. I'm too complex with 'plex with. This shit I wrote is on some next shit. Next shit. I'm at your throat. I'm feelin' reckless reckless yeah. And I'll take a hundred of you hundred of you. All at once like I had nothin' to lose. What can I do?. My appetite for destruction is loose. Destruction is loose. And all at once just to have somethin' to chew. Somethin' to chew. Somethin' to chew. Yeah uh. And still conjoined at the hip with hop. still on point and poignant. Skilled as Floyd is. In this field and still no filter boy. I'll put you in your place (yeah). Like a realtor boy. You still ain't in the buildin' boy. I will destroy shit even as I build it. Get the drill bit pen is filled with poison. Which is the source easy to still pinpoint it. (Like what?) Like a real thin joint it. (What?) Comes on Quilted Northern. (And what?) In a built-in toilet. (Yeah) Bitch I told you I'm a dog (woof). I wouldn't heal with ointment. Way I'm kickin' these fairies tails. Should write a children's storybook (yeah). Million voices in my head. But still get a little bit of thrill. And some real enjoyment. (Off what?) Off the feel of going in. (Like?) Like your bitch when she gives me brain. Like she thinks I'm dumb. Grabs the crown of my dick. And blows me to kingdom come. 'Til I feel anointed. She makes iller noises. When she's with me must be from the Windy City. Pretty apparent. She's a Milf when blowin' me. 'Cause I conned her into. Rippin' the condom in two (woo!). Dick is a bargainin' tool. Now I'm gettin' blew like Klonopins. Rude Jude. I go there you wouldn't. Well I still have a few views. In common with you. Just not Youtube 'cause. I'm at your throat like chloraseptic 'septic. And you got strep. I'm too complex with 'plex with. This shit I wrote is on some next shit. Next shit. I'm at your throat. I'm feelin' reckless reckless yeah. You're a has-been. That has been the case since back when. You last went and threw your hat in the race. You've been trash (bitch!). Stick your raps in the trash bin. Or end up in my next rhyme. You're a fuckboy so next time. It's gonna be heads flyin' like Dez Bryant. With a Tec-9 against Rex Ryan (yeah!). Now watch me set it like correct time. All you get is sloppy seconds like a Timex. I Clock rejects into the next life. Talking reckless but it's just my. Strongest suit but you can get my. Colombian necktie. Prostitute. just climb in the Humvee and let's ride. Why you hitching at night?. I put an end to your life sex crime. Kidding aside insidious vibe. Girl you know you got the prettiest eyes. But all you're getting is bribed. Any old lie to try to get you inside. Then we gon' end up spending the night. And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe. What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck. Finds a slut tries to surprise her. Cuffs ties her up. Binds up cuts slices her twice?. But the muff diver must just like it rough. Fuck right in her vagina blood. Flies up on the visor like a geyser uh. (Music please!) Enthusiast of the roofie. Goal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi. And have a loosey-goosey. As Cool C is with an Uzi. But I am to rap what blue jeans mean. To Bruce Springsteen. Glued we be I'm trutv. You're too Pg. I'm Schoolly D you're Spoonie Gee!. No diss there just notice there. Are no similarities that we share. Besides the fact we breathe air. Happily married to rap. And I'm glad that we buried. The hatchet and patched it up. Now I'm back to ratchet up my attack. And I'm at your mothafuckin' throat like. Chloraseptic 'septic. And you got strep. I'm too complex with 'plex with. This shit I wrote is on some next shit. Next shit. I'm at your throat. I'm feelin' reckless reckless yeah. And I'll take a hundred of you. Hundred of you. All at once like I had nothin' to lose. What can I do?. My appetite for destruction is loose. Destruction is loose. And all at once just to have somethin' to chew. Somethin' to chew. Somethin' to chew