The Anti

Intro:

Adrenochrome harvesting

Verse 1:

Yo, what's you hearin' is my spirit from the dead zone
My agin' body's in a coma at a retirement rest home
Random raps, I guess so
Grass choppers into stadiums and shred domes
Backspinnin' on headstones
I drop shrooms and stood barleaf
Ripped off the wave, I'm too gnarley
I hate the game, I'm too Barkley
The wax butterknife the blunt, so I snap lazy
The Dark Half raised me
Surname is George Stark when the pen act crazy
The sauce extract gravy
Stuff Brenda with 50 crack babies
Yeah, I know I have to try
The structure of my albums and ballads rhymes
But how come we don't give a fuck? I mean rather I
Only make so many EPs 'cause it uses alibis
Thought's blacker than Tariq Trotter rollin' with Gamma Phi
Box of dutches, 55 blunts lit, calcified

Chorus x2:

Let some heads fly
Psychic on stand-by
I'm your favorite rapper's anti
They can't rhyme
All the fans lie
I'm your favorite rapper's anti

Verse 2:

Back alley dirt disease carrier
In front of the news burnin' Cali watchin' Cali burn
All your heroes are lame, ergo
Shots fired from the third row
Do a hit on your favorite rapper at a birth show (Huh?)
Flee the scene in a Kool G Rap, fur coat
A red tracksuit and a MC Serch 'fro
In tune with torture, mass bombings of the students ordered
Cthulhu's orders, heads catch airtime (Oh shit)
Like decapitated news reporters
Pure evil art, easel dark
The lethal sparked, Panic in Needle Park
All these tracks got needle marks
Let the river chariot dead people parts

Chorus x2:

Let some heads fly
Psychic on stand-by
I'm your favorite rapper's anti
They can't rhyme
All the fans lie
I'm your favorite rapper's anti