My pen hits the paper and the flow don't stop Beat in the head while my lyrics drop Got no sound boards, hear no music Some punish rhymes, I straight abuse it I'm putting them together for the world's amusement Lyrics so sick I make a surgeon lose it His lunch on the patient Barfs during operation Coming out like a cyborg from a lesser nation Losing a gallon of blood from the laceration It's like you're pouring your heart out, O-positive everywhere You'd think its as vicious as my vocals blare Like unicorns or horns on a hare Dragons breathing fire and eggs with hair Who could've known saying stupid stuff could make you a millionaire? Sit in a silver chair and forget how I got here Let's get this bread. It's not even acquired taste Must be a gift from the guy I maced If memory serves me It doesn't, it completely desserts me Can't even remember the last line Something about me being dead? it's all in the head. Something else that don't make sense Like getting a bird and building a fence What the heck am I saying Having more blond moments than a room full of Super Saiyans I'm the sickest kid on the planet I split one line have you green like a Namek I'm sharper than a piccolo Next to a sousaphone There's something like 20 doubles to put your finger on I'm hotter than the Florida keys I'm a hive-mind; a hexagon Six wrong sides of the bed I woke up on I'm the pinnacle Shrewd and cynical Punchlines are plentiful Like I'm Holyfield A goalie filled With the holy ghost it's not just a sheet It's more than paper It's an ancient scroll where my thoughts can taper Spew outta my brain like water vapor Quick like silver cool like quartz Of nitrogen, stuck in your mind again Like plastic forks Spoons, cups, plates, and sporks I'm versatile Nothing I say is personal Non-controversial Some skills are universal Not these though got plenty of haters Maybe I'm small taters Maybe nobody likes me That's why there's so much internal conflict inside me Now I'm being redundant So easy to do when words come so abundant It's like a snowball Rowling I'm J.K. It's like magic Your thunder is stolen You're fabricating a shock Now you need to stop Far as power goes I'm the system Op- Erator in danger Arranger of anger aimed at a mediator What's the problem? I got them top to bottom I caught 'em in autumn inaudible They couldn't speak You only catch me dead if my verbals peak The havoc now will soon be wreaked Drop it Friday and I'll retaliate that week Get your Saturday serving 34 minutes and my tip is burning Whether it's a pencil, pen or quill Friction burns cause I can't stand still Fizzin up like root beer I'm Hemlock with hops Under the weather and the temperature drops Cause I left the room But still feel my presence loom Great if you hate me, love me? Gloom I'm Oddish rapper with a Vileplume Lines cut like a Scythe-r something more Farfetch'd Clench in my Pinsirs of Fearow my what's next? Haunter of your dreams, Dodou what did you expect? A-O-T baby, I'm Machamp Lost in my Cloyster when my jaws clamp My words are fire power Spit hot coals over half an hour I'm loving your cower Nose in a corner wall, takin a time out A few seconds to go, Lemme find a quick way to finish my flow End Llpl