Instinctive nature
To bring the anguish yeah to the English language
With this ink, you haters get wrote on like a piece of paper
This rap shit got me travelin place
To place, you barely leave your house
Cause youre always stuck at your pad, its stationary
Yeah, thats why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out
Simon Cowells rhymin foul, thats why you sound so shook
Why your bound notebook got tied around your throat
It inside your mouth, go HRUHHH
Thats what its like when the mic is out
Cause Im tearin at your flesh for dead
Til your larynx and neck are split
With these lyrics, weapons expert with
Like hair extensions, extra clips
And youre scared to effin death of it
Bitch, youre starin at a legend that
In a pair of Sketchers, 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 bet your senses flip
Like a barometric pressure switch
Carin less who I offend with this
Im at your neck like Pez dispense
Go head, spit your flow, bitch
Im at your throat like chloraseptic, septic
And you got strep, Im too complex with, plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
Im at your throat, Im feelin reckless, reckless, yeah
And Ill 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
And its filled and still no filter, boy
Ill put you in your place yeah like a realtor, boy
You still aint 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 Im a dog woof, woof
I wouldnt heal with ointment
Way Im kickin these fairies tails
Should write a childrens 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 Im dumb
Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come
Til I feel anointed
She makes iller noises
When shes with me, must be from the Windy City
Pretty apparent, shes a M.I.L.F. when blowin me
Cause like Kandor and two, rippin the condom in two, woo!
Dick is a bargain or two, now Im gettin blue like Kolonopins
Would you? I go there, you wouldnt?
Well, I still have a few views, and comment on you
Just not YouTube, cause
Im at your throat like chloraseptic, septic
And you got strep, Im too complex with, plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
Im at your throat, Im feelin reckless, reckless, yeah
Youre a has-been
That has been the case since back when
You last went and threw your hat in the race
Youve been trash
Stick your raps in the trash bin
Or end up in my next rhyme
Youre a fuckboy, so next time
Theres 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 time
I clock rejects into the next line
Talkin reckless, that is just my
Strongest suit, but you can get my
Columbian neck tie
Prostitute just climb in the Humvee and lets 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 youre getting is bribe
Ending your life to try to get you inside
Then we gon end up spending the night
And Im 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, under thighs, ugh, like a gyser, uh
Music, please
Enthusi, instead of roofie
Goal is to get a floozie inside the jacuzzi
And have a loosie, goosey as coozie is with an Uzi
But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen
Glued me be, Im truTV, youre too PG
Im Schoolly D, youre spoony, G
No diss there, just notice there are no similarities that we share
Besides the fact we breathe air
Happily married, to rap and Im glad that we buried
The hatchet and patched it up
Now Im back to ratchet up my attack
And Im at your mothafuckin throat like
Chloraseptic, septic
And you got strep, Im too complex with, plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
Im at your throat, Im feelin reckless, reckless, yeah
And Ill 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