Meteorite

I’m out for rep, I’ll scalp your set cuz I’m out for death
Manifesting martian gods like the Enochian alphabet
This clout to get, shoot for stars, podium’s down for it
Doubt where your threats are, you ain’t got bars you only on house arrest
My mouth express too complex for you easier types
That’s right motherfuckers it’s shooting stars like a meteorite
You’re measly despite all of the hype that your CD would cite
In a fight turn to a squeegee, soaking up easy when you bleed for your life
I really will bite off your face, burn and end your career
To a top tier stance, you victory dance at a chance to be queer
To advance to appear is when you compare, you should run from the fear
I’ll spear through your lungs, a bullet that rung with a gun to your ear (Hear me now?)
Hear what I’ve done, clearly you’re dumb and must’ve done the circus
The verse is so cold the tracks could stroll on the sun’s surface
My purpose bold, a manifold of infinity bloom
Execute with fiery [?roast?], these jokes get smoked like a chimney chute
Vicinities mook and truth the proof of a sympathy snippet
Clip at these puppet wires, I cut up liars like Jiminy Cricket
My infamy mystic, you must’ve missed it when the myth lift
The misogynistic misfit, turn your misses to my mistress
I'm swift with a quick fist to dismiss your district
Fit your chick with a dick tip and porno flicks to make you slit wrists
Persist with a sick wit, so I fit clips to spit shit
For whipping these paint stains when your brains change to liquid
Depicted like Jackson Pollock demolish whatever you’re ? (That's not art)
I’ve proven to stay abilities, either out-skill them with ???? (That's fucking garbage)
Hardy har, your lethargy on par with a ? full of tar
?? hard to tell you’re underdeveloped like you’re Evan Luard (Who is that?)
Beheading your guard, the engine I charge will leave your mental crooked
Looking to scar your knot, got bars on lock like it’s central booking
Potential pushing dimensional matter that was made of stars
On par with existential ladders, more ravage the way I raise these bars
These days are ours, filling jars with some dead vermin
In a desert twist and turning at a speed that’s undetermined
Made your cunt lips flap and wrap your head like it’s a turban
Then give you third degree burns from the words after you heard ’em
Not a surgeon but I’m certain to put a person in the E.R
I leap all logic, ain’t got a doctrine but I’m D-R
My name's a killing word with wielding ways of a moody gloom
Your cunt resembles the nature of navigators in the movie Dune
We usually ruin anything that your life can show
Coal’s the Shai-Hulud, you’re worm food and the spikes must flow