Hobby gave way to a colonAs the power of a pen turned your bourbon to a killerBourbon to a killer, bourbon to a killerHazard spillerSpit that roll from the heartContrapt from the mind, out the mouth, it's all mentalNo immunityIf you lonely get a dog, got peanut butter left, I don't lickThat's so nasty, I spit, that's so nasty, I spit, I spitBurning your * to keep warmHydropat and probabilizer grind within my incisorsCan't tell the difference between him and him and him and him and himReady your bones, cat and fodderTry harder, false prodder, try harder, you'll nodderLincoln, Indian, point radiantSadata, Saleta, cicadaErica, strataBarbaricator, nayslayer, hater, eraserRhyme will bash broken hope in easily bent piñata headsPop your craniumBlood before your eyes, seven minutesPoison apps collapse like a shotgun blastThrough the roof of his mouthBlowing your brains outSo we can see what he was thinkingYou can't in jeans on skin flutesYour mic set poorly alightYou fly in class waterRhyme build like you shouldWhile climbing into zoo enclosuresAnd toiling the animals inventing thisRhyme with no slack in NSAKid crash, built to lastCourse conductor, son of Saint AnadonisClash pack, bitch slash tracksSo cremated rats, hotter than devil's ass rackPneumonia can't compete with cops killing blacksNowadays, a lot of insta-global tweetface rappers is cosplayCone club in the cadence is catfishedCatfish and ratchet with their talentBut believe in themselvesThese young cats lick their lips to lubricate their liesStunningly stupid, head hollowed and empty of occupantThey peel it in just to let us know what IQ emceesSomehow, for no reason, they're still breathingAnd that's why I'm hereWith a long hole rap bandI wish I could find something I could get intoBut I'm just not feeling youAnd I'm talking my reflectionAnd making friendsSo * everyone elseY'all can eat my ink if you isn't usIf you isn't usEat my ink if you isn't usI freak these throes the * outI freak these throes the * outI freak these throes the * outFreakin' offI freak these throes the * outI freak these throes the * outOur free thing slows the * outThe freak freak of the freak showAs far as the beats goHe's always a ghost so let's goThe Freak Freak and the Freak Show, as far as the beats go, he's always a ghost, so let's go!Complaining about these pains between my ears for yearsSince last August, so I went to an ear, nose and throat specialistDiscovered a colony of creepy crawlies living inside my headWith no how or why, with an MRI to get rid of themEven the doctor attempted to suffocate it with drops of liquid antisepticBut they continued reproducingFailing to kill the egg laying queenLiposcopic lenses, nothing seemed to helpAnd wish doctors couldn't heal the abnormality between my earsWhich bring peril to my peersIdeas that transcended into my life on micsReduction due to select slaughterThe cullingWhat a sad bag of rat dicks you had to munch onYou rat dicks is looking like a dolphin that's stillbornThought his rat dick was a thumb or a cheeto that's deformedYou rat dicks is why the terrorists ate usLike a boomerang that someone threw and didn't walk backMC's rap fractured jaw slackLike their mouth full gurgling on sweating meth sacsPathetic looking, Ronald McDonald fucks proudFrom losing a first grade spelling beeI seem frustratedWith T-Rex arms trying to stroke himself back upBut you two out of reach to blast offYou on my *, wanna wipe my assYou looking eager, seems you want toThe father of your abortion but your mother * has swallowed youYou think you are your father my educated sillyI freak these th trash outI freak these th trash outFreakin' offI freak these th trash outI freak these th trash outI freak these th trash outI freak these th trash outFreakin' offI freak these th trash outFreakin' the freak showAs far as the beats go, he's always a ghost, so let's goThe Freak Freak and the Freak ShowAs far as the beats go, he's always a ghost, so let's goThe Freak Freak and the Freak ShowAs far as the beats go, he's always a ghost, so let's goThe Freak Freak and the Freak ShowAs far as the beats go, he's always a ghost, so let's goThe Freak Freak and the Freak Show