to bring the anguish to the english language
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 you're always stuck at your pad
that's why when i brainstorm
simon cowell's rhymin' foul
that's why you sound so shook
why your bound notebook got tied around your throat
hook it inside your mouth
go. that's what it's like when the mic is out
'cause i'm tearin' at your fleshful dead
'til your larynx and neck are split
and you're scared to effin' death of it
you're starin' at a legend that
should be strapped to a chair or stretcher
finger so high in the air
like a barometric pressure switch
carin' less who i offend with this
i'm at your neck like pez dispense
bitch. i'm at your throat like chloraseptic
this shit i wrote is on some next shit
and i'll take a hundred of you
all at once like i had nothin' to lose
my appetite for destruction is loose
and all at once just to have somethin' to chew. yeah
and still conjoined at the hip with hop
still on point and poignant
and it's filled and still no filter
i'll put you in your place like a realtor
you still ain't in the buldin'
pen is filled with poison
easy to still pinpoint it
like what? like a real thin joint
what? comes on quilted northern
and what? in a built-in toilet
bitch i told you i'm a dog
i wouldn't heal with ointment
way i'm kickin' these fairies tails
should write a children's storybook
million voices in my head
but still get a little bit of thrill
off what? off the feel of going in
like? like your bitch when she gives me brain
grabs the crown of my dick and blows me to kingdom come
must be from the windy city
she's a m.i.l.f. when blowin' me
'cause like kandor and two
rippin' the condom in two
now i'm gettin' blue like kolonopins
'cause. i'm at your throat like chloraseptic
this shit i wrote is on some next shit
that has been the case since back when
you last went and threw your hat in the race
stick your raps in the trash bin
or end up in my next rhyme
it's gonna be heads flyin' like dez bryant
with a tec-9 against rex ryan
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
prostitute just climb in the humvee and lets ride
why you hitching at night?
i put an end to your life
you know you got the prettiest eyes
but all you're getting is bribe
ending your life 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
but the muff diver must just like it rough
goal is to get a floozie inside the jacuzzi
goosey as coozie is with an uzi
but i am to rap what blue jeans mean to bruce springsteen
just notice there are no similarities that we share
besides the fact we breathe air
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
this shit i wrote is on some next shit
and i'll take a hundred of you
all at once like i had nothin' to lose
my appetite for destruction is loose
and all at once just to have somethin' to chew.