Rap Missionary [Freestyle]

[VERSE]
You can depend on me to independently send you injuries, lend you my No. 2 pencil since you need a little bit of rap in your pedigree, I don’t really need it back, got another stack in the back next to the plaques for my enemies, I’mma spit a little track, guess who’s back, “who’s that?”, that’s Spear with the energy
Who’s got my back?, human centipede, snipe like Wesley, dead Kennedys, I’m so John Doe when I flow slow have dudes saying "who's that on the CD?”, that’s me & I’m knee-deep in the weed, need sleep & a free beat to decease please, I’mma guillotine with creatine in my bloodstream, B-team?, what’d you say to me?!
You ain’t nothing but a slut to me, saying I’m another Em?, take a nut from me, I don’t really give a fuck if you chuck my EP, touch my steez & then we'll see G, that’s me sipping cognac with a bit of Jack, bitter cat with a tone so lowkey, flow steez, blow trees in a bowl please, no J's like I’m strolling in bare feet
Oakleys on my dome piece, stole these, chicken soup for the soulless, holy moley, when I throw flows like Broly, trolling hoes like I work for the police, goddamn this flow is so me, goddamn I blow your dome piece, goddamn I loan my homies half of the tracks in my dome & oh jeez
Silencer on the barrel, chamber of secrets, it’s nice to meet ya, I will beat ya, god is dead, I am Nietzsche, I straight deplete ya with my preaching, heat my dinner then begin to spit my flows like such a cretin, I’mma leech in a freak’s skin
I know you noticed I’m that dude from that Otis band, you can load this clip & hold the shit right there in your open hand, hoping that I’mma choke, wrote this for you blokes with a broken hand, I’m scoping out the posers, all-in like poker man, no joker man
Parental advisory: I can get a little scary
I bury dogs like you in the back of the house, Pet Sematary, I speak til I’m outta breath, (*heaving*), no pulmonary, don’t play no cat & mouse with me hoe, see?, no Tom & Jerry
Call me jihad, defraud these fakes, no brakes, I bomb & bury, relate to me?, no way!, you lames are way gone off the Mary, gone off the deep end, seeping heaps of this speech in, drinking liters of bleach & heaving over beats, quick shit, no stationary
& that’s the way it goes, my shit has become customary, so sit back, hit that shit, listen to a revolutionary, I’m deucing on this beat, proved I’ll defeat any dude who dares me, holy flow, get to know me though..
Rap Missionary, bitch!..