The Omen

[Chorus]
Bitch, I came in to clash, came through with the gas
Made it top of my class getting more A’s than Oakland
Fucking broke through the glass, now I open the map
Watch these rappers fall fast and I’m a dick so I’m hoping
I’ll make you walk with a cast, I don’t talk with a mask
Be your boss and then fire you with a crack in your ass
Don’t give a fuck if I’m bogus, held up your nose, so I broke it
I’ll sit here holding a laugh, ‘cause I came through with the omen

[Verse 1]
Yeah you fucked with a spitter, wrong one so you better
Run as fast as a sprinter, listen, or I’ll piss on your dinner
You wanna rap about it? That’s the way you mess with a killer
‘Cause I’m the best in the building, better yet, let alone Milton
You little fucking bitter kiddie bitches, you runts of the litter
This ain’t a diss, I’m just pissed, and I don’t get no other
Place that I get to vent, ‘cause I won’t go on twitter
I’m trigger-happy, my liquor’s heavy so watch the liver
I got more torque than a Porsche, morphin’ my core to thwart some
My voice is hoarse and I’m sorting words with more than morse uhm
I’ll quarter source while I’m boarding warships, Captain Morgans
I’ll order whores and then hoard in morgues, until I’m bored, done
I’m born to fill up prescription pills while I’m forging millions
But more so killing like Harold Shipman, my needle’s ill son
I’m built with thrill like I spilled my milk and then didn’t clean up
I’m too instilled in the spitter guild, level up the little ones

[Chorus]
Bitch, I came in to clash, came through with the gas
Made it top of my class getting more A’s than Oakland
Fucking broke through the glass, now I open the map
Watch these rappers fall fast and I’m a dick so I’m hoping
I’ll make you walk with a cast, I don’t talk with a mask
Be your boss and then fire you with a crack in your ass
Don’t give a fuck if I’m bogus, held up your nose, so I broke it
I’ll sit here holding a laugh, ‘cause I came through with the omen

[Verse 2]
Newer verse, similar vibe, and I’m feeling violent
So let’s go back in time, 88 miles, re-live the pilot
When I discovered some rap, rhymes, then I tried to write it
Open eyes wider than Iron Mike retired, subsided
I may be fired up, wired, like it’s electric spitting
The dumbest pitting a fucking kid with a couple sitting
Rappers that ain’t listen, while listing the greatest 50
Dead or alive, ready to die, my name is missing
It’s like, the real recognize real philosophy is dying
I feel red, I might kneel I’ll vomit on my shoes, I
Drag it all through these lyrics, let it dry and then fry it
Try a swig of wine, or white claw’s, find a tiger then ride it
I got the making of greatness, aching voice in the basement
You’re fucking void of all saving, brain is sounding so vaccant
It’s time to crack, one cap, for your insane containment
Aim and ready to run, that may have made my day then
‘Cause you fucked up