Quill Cypher

Gotta be the killer clown, even tho they wanna hold me down
When I be chopping this bitch, I’m gonna tell you how I sound
I abuse them, but I know they’re all useless
I don’t humiliate the beat even tho I fucking mute it

What is the definition of normal? Cause I’m bad at it
Speeding on the highways; yup, I got a bad habit
When I be anagramming; "Hater Poem - He Die Diving"
Shuffle the words; "I give hidden metaphors", You might like it

But I got this vision, I’m on a mission: more sick;
They be dissing, when I be listening to your click; more pricks
In this fortress, Pazuzu feeds more dick
Now I’m lost in my sickened mind like an exorcist

Yo, Get back to the line header, back to the Block Letter
Drop sick records, with my quill, feathered
Incinerate you bitches, make you melt like hot cheddar
You be the greatest of all time, Tariq is even better; Motherfucker