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 it fictitious as vicious as my vocals blare Like unicorns or horns on a hare