i exist (lyrics from 5 months ago)

I whip you on your head like im rippin up the beat i was the guy at the theather shitin on your seat this is my recipe for disaster im the garbage master the muble blaster reaking havoc on the world like a huge basalisk a police car running into a krokodile to reak war like a t-tar or cheetah attacking your grandma who came out of a store i tore down with words of dispize i was that small and i grew to this size and still im less smart than a bee testing me and my iq youre gonna need to go  atleast to minus 70 lets see the test seas that its actuly 3-13 that shits overestamating me and so i start smashing these recipes so i can keep it my mind is steep hill where guchi babys chill with three mill of cheese  and milk spilled (hey dont you think this is overkill) shut your mouth before i mow you over like i was the monster of cloverfield and no clovers will give you hope to not be killed by this scizors i wield  this is a warning for when i start darting around these are my bars b i gott more off em than the amount of chewtoys you shuvved up your ars this year but honestly i dont care i draconicly sit there and  swear i am moderedly aware that im bionicly weird but that doest matter when you get incinerated decapitated intimedated and your bones get crunshed like i just lunged at a bunsh 135 lungs that i expunged for fun  but i hit em in the midle of the gut now shut the fuck up and jut up like a water buble im more destructive fallen space schutle whilst i just wabble and rumble codes im not a g.o.a.t yall some pigs im on this case like i was a wig put a chainsaw to the wrist whilst i dont get faced like i was the mist while i punsh you in the jaw with a fist in the main part of it to track spot where you sit in this bitch im the king of this shit and i finna be its like the tin man here batches of salene like my drip in this shit i hit you with my clip of your money clic tip git with the times my rhymes are gonna leave you fined for the rest of your life(dom do dom) Yo yo yo yo 1,2,3 you poeple zero in numbers lose at the begining of alot of basic aditions its like yall al have a losing adictions cause every time you try  to begin spittin its like yall cant create anough friction to start hitting shit within a radius but im radioactive when i aint on radio ill stop gracing the planet when im sittin facing yall and id hate to see you trapped in a maze and all but im just on my spot and im not gunna stop cause i just dont give a fuck as if im running a Muck starting a mosh pit (what) crushing all of you like motherfuckers bugs so shut Its as a croch hit on a male with no sign of  lungs or crashing a truck into his nuts and walking away while hes standing there fussing it up droping his guts like you where choping him up curtteling in the blood with when i start batterin Im faster kamikaze crashing in on impact flying threu your ribs like javelin when i start manshen em when i start lashing at em bashing on em flashing a flashlight flatlined as i crash knifes and dash twice at your head till your red like a lobster or crab i start lobbin eggs promting death boppin heads and stompin hell till trumping trump fell like the elf on the shelf ill keep dropin bombs jumping your mom dumping on your life on live ill crash a chythe into your side like side-men and il fight em and might slam a side band onto a stage paying em minimal wage time to move to the next stage while they hulucinate like i just sprayed sticks to leave behind fraxures when your fraxered ill spray axes put you on hexxes i outsmart you like chess matches bash you make you look like mr.elastic ur static with no focus sashes and thats what happens when the plane crashes(boooom)