Hurt You

[Verse One: Danimal Lector]

I'm a musical genius, rude and facetious
I had a higher IQ than you as a fetus
Abusing this beat with the rudest speech
So dude feel free to puke and be squeamish
In the booth, I'm the meanest
Shootin' for the stars, Jupiter, Venus
You can agree that I'm the shit, so how might you concede it?
You don't wanna butt heads, what are you, fucking stupid, Beavis?
Enough said, dude, just beat it, who's competin'?
It's the truth, I mean it, and I'm super weeded
High enough to poop on Jesus
What, too much? Bitch, I do as I pleases
Pardon my ignorance, I'm a harmless idiot
Armed to the brim with an army of artillery and all of it's legitimate
So fuck the world, I ain't just tryna put my tip in it
A little bit, I plan on literally rippin' shit when I'm hittin 'it
I'm spittin' with a righteous cause
Sittin' with this rifle, paused
Fast forward to you dead, and me wipin' off
I'm somethin' like a boss, and I see that you like to floss
Now you got bleeding gums, how ironic, good night, your loss
I step in the cypher, sauced
High as a kite, like I can't walk, but I bet that I can talk
I'mma call you microsoft
Shrimp dick, mines like the size you saw
In that porno that made you look at yours and cry, like "Why is mine so small?"
The writings on the wall, I'm way too high to fall
Fuck you, I'mma grab the horn by the bulls and kick him right in the balls
Blame it on the Nike's y'all, I'm only 5'8'' but feel like I'm 9 feet tall
I'mma rap 'til I'm 90 and bald, Christopher Lee
Old school like Kid Capri and Mr. C
Hickory, dickory, dock
My hands move quicker than the clocks
Right, left, hit 'em with a shot
We fist fight, I won't think twice
'Bout shoving your face through your bitch wife's
Windshield, crushing your windpipe
I mean, a wins a win, right, dingleberry?
My heart pumps red and gold, like Mike Singletary
Strat city, home of the devils
My homies are rebels
You phony gepetto's, I'm only one who controls me
I'll never settle for less than incredible
Hard as the heaviest metal
And still I'm marchin' to my own beat
Asswipe, I got a glasspipe packed tight
With some hash from last night
Puff, puff, pass, syke!
I stay burnin', I've learned that nothing's certain
But you gotta have a reason, you gotta have a purpose