Kill Him For It

[Verse 1]
You might wanna retire and cancel your prior plans
See, I’m the guy that ran diabolical virus strands into your diaphragm
A hired man that strikes at the slightest glance
Wrote an entire pamphlet with spiders and fire ants biting my writing hand
See, I’m the dude they come to pay homage to, non-fungible
And so phenomenal I can follow you from in front of you
No trauma’s comparable to what I’ma do
If you wanna move, I’ll pummel you with 10 twenty-one kilometer chronicles
My wondrous lung function is conjugal
Your stomach will look like vomited ramen noodles from the moment I’m done with you
With my tongue as the noose, I done hung a fеw
A connoisseur of sonic use
I promise you gonna feel mе like Donahue
When I was first born and rehearsed, I would run furlongs and thirty foot verticals with a two hundred pound shirt on
No slacking up when I’m bringing it hard as I can
I can dap you up and snatch fingerprints off of your hand
I say to thee it wouldn’t pay to be rating me unfavorably
Creatively, I’m so elevated heights are afraid of me
Instantaneous sole eraser left bodies with vacancies in a sacred cave sedated with crates of pages encasing me
Show you my pedigree, get in a spelling bee and successfully spell each word without the judge telling me what the hell it be
Got busted for the subjects I publish ‘cause his corpse was so torched and corrupted that the mortician was reluctant to touch it

[Hook]
Acting like they be ready for war but they don’t really want it
All that talking and yelling [?], I’ma kill him for it
Any level I’ve ever been on in life, you’re three below it
He laughing and walking around in danger, he don’t even know it

[Verse 2]
When a clot is formed to drop a new song, doctors are warned
At six o’clock in the morn, a brand new synopsis is born
I’m the product that spawns when other solid options are gone
Come off the top of the head like a rhinoceros horn
Erratic and gritty with a prominent mental committee
Geographically witty, fit a continent into a city
I’m grace with unmistakable adaptable traits
I take naps in my place with Saran wrap on my face
The slow lurkers chose not to approach further because they know I’ll go berserk and start invoking more murders than Grossberger
K-Rino, the noted throat curser, the ghost server, who’ll show up at your post and smoke you and most of your coworkers
Take over the trophy by [?]
When I leave the show, I go home and eat a bowl of ebola
The sacred vibrations I migrate
Articulate eight hundred lines straight then drink a whole lake to rehydrate
I slap your narrative to embarrassment
So many claps come after my tracks even my humility’s arrogant
To establish the fact I’m miraculous, I had to master extracting the yolk out of an egg without cracking it
I’m raising Lazarus and phrasing graphs that act as galactic imbalances with callous bedazzlement for the talentless
If this rap was a liquid, one cap of it would be more than adequate to pour and overlap six half a gallon chalices
Shattering your analysis like Atticus [Finch’s?] antagonist with manuscripts full of cabins and cabinets
My grammar books compare to calculus
The [?] of a blasphemous rapper get battered flat as that of a platypus
I hear these jokers boasting a lot
With the dopeness I got, I can focus entire rope of smoke in a knot
To stop my melodious work would take an arduous plot
Once I started talking, he dropped because he thought he was shot

[Hook]
Acting like they be ready for war but they don’t really want it
All that talking and yelling [?], I’ma kill him for it
Any level I’ve ever been on in life, you’re three below it
He laughing and walking around in danger, he don’t even know it