Punch Loader

Intro:

Yeah, pullin' a dead horse out the mud, heeheehee, that dweeb shit, FDR University, Harvard, man, yo, what the fuck?

Verse:

Idolized mystic, I give them that Mel Gibson tape energy
No gimmicks, takin' souls, in second vick
In battles, my eyes the size of pinheads, blue lids in
The paper liquid, straight printed outta Princeton
For real odd, Gog Magog, dabbin' a quarter glob
I stick this Illudium Q-36, Explosive Modulator
Opposite of visage, I never nod
I kill Pac (yeah), bakin' black smog, I see Gods
When I gel in my head like the Fonz, spit a mucus wad
That re-animate likе the Blob
They soft like Flippеr
Fuck too old, I'm a wizard
Pipe resin in grey whiskers, fuck rap I'm a quitter (Yeah)
I just rap to drown out the whispers
Yeah, fuck, yo, ayo
I been active (what?), there is no back in it (Nah)
Hacks who call this a mockery, be the biggest axe swingin' (Hahahahaha)
War without the worlds, I'll be teleportin' bombs through
Just smoked the city got human ash on me like Tom Cruise
Morale stats the priest, quick viral spike, like a vaxxer fiend
Purple preemies, drown vats o' lean
Jak rap, in the garage alternative like the Vaselines
My landing sight greeting, "Jak, we all hate you"
Nuclear test grounds (word), this a fake school
Beats out the dirt like state boots
Some haters, they try to erase booth (Come on, man)
'Cause I'm known to smoke insecure rappers on their new debuts