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Strike like a viper—venom in the vibe Hit ‘em with a jitter, make ‘em feel it inside Ha-ha—then I flip it, turn a grin to a glide I’m a psycho with a punchline, killin’ ‘em with pride Strike like a viper—quick with the wit Hee-hee—got ‘em laughin’ then I rip ‘em to bits From the 907 with a venomous twist I’m a jester with a blade, better get the gist (Verse 1 – choppy bounce, internal rhymes) Chicka-chicka—check how I chop it, I’m poppin’ a lock in a pocket of logic A comic with toxic deposits of product, I’m droppin’ a rocket of vomit (ugh) I’m laughin’ and slashin’, a passion for crashin’ your average pattern of rappin’ I’m stackin’ the fragments of madness and back with a tactical savage reaction Heh—funny bone brittle but hittin’ like stone Giggle then drill ‘em, I’m feelin’ at home In a zone where the wicked and witty get grown And I’m both—so I’m sittin’ on two different thronesa I’m a chef with a cleaver that double as humor I slice and I dice but I season the rumor They bite but they don’t got the teeth for the rumor I’m nice—but the knife got a deeper consumer (Hook – repeat) Strike like a viper—venom in the vibe Hit ‘em with a jitter, make ‘em feel it inside Ha-ha—then I flip it, turn a grin to a glide I’m a psycho with a punchline, killin’ ‘em with pride (Verse 2 – faster pockets, rhythm switches) Wait—lemme pivot and give ‘em a minute of venom, I’m in ‘em, I spin ‘em again A cynical villain who grin when I pen it, then send it, I bend it and end ‘em, amen I’m a pun with a gun and a drum full of fun, but it come with a thud when I land They was thinkin’ it’s sweet ‘til I run in the beat and I eat it like lunch out the can Tick-tock—time bomb tongue when I talk Hip-hop mia t I'llxed with a sitcom—young with a spark I’m a glitch in the script when I flip what I thought Now the plot got a knot and it twist when I walk I’m absurd with the wordplay, curvin’ the verse way Servin’ ‘em nerve pain, burnin’ like third-degree Thursday Wordplay workin’ in circles like birds prey Pick ‘em apart while I laugh in a nerd way (Verse 3 – Tech-style rapid, clean + percussive) Rippity-rappity—actually stackin’ the patterns and packin’ a cavity full of the comedy Trickity-trackity—lickin’ a shot at the mockery, rockin’ it properly, nobody toppin’ me I’m a jester professor, aggressor with lectures I bless ‘em with pressure then mess up they texture A flex of a vector, I stretch it and etch it Then sketch it in sections and wreck it—yes sir Ha!—I laugh when I lash ‘em Craftin’ a caption of savage attraction Half of ‘em actin’, I’m actually snappin’ A back-and-forth pattern, I’m stackin’ reactions Boom-bap—flip that—zig-zag rhythm Big laugh—quick stab—mismatch villain I’m a mix of a sick clown with a brick style killin’ When I spit, I get wild—no sit-down feelin’ Last hit—venom with a grin so wide Punchline hit like a cymbal when I slide They don’t know if they should laugh or hide— That’s the viper when I strike from inside This version hits way closer to that Tech lane because: Percussive syllables (“chicka-chicka,” “rippity-rappity”) Internal rhyme overload without losing rhythm Stop-start flow switches (super important) Still keeps your funny/metaphor identity, not just aggression If you want to really lock this in, next move is: 👉 I map this to a specific Tech N9ne-type beat (like 150–160 BPM) and mark EXACT delivery timing Say the word and I’ll dial it in so you can actually record it clean.