I'm ready
Mad monotone
Zigzagging through the back streets just to minimize exposure
Throw a boulder at the end just to give a sense of closure
Leave it open on some gaping wound *
Rolling in a bulldozer, face the music
Hate to do it for the love,
make a move and scrape the mucus
Faces change to blue, it's translucent
When you catering to fake consumers, true grit
I spit the revenant,
moonlit,
ripped to the boom bib Rest in peace to best emcees like
Tushans Take a fond look back,
but we have to move
on,
we're boned Supersonic,
scary,
Peyton,
Hedgehog,
Ron
Germany My verses are Purell if one of the songs
dirty Gone early,
arrived late,
took the wrong way
on the way to a hot date Bang this
out on the interstate in your Rockford
Fosgate You the phosphate,
soft drink,
trying to bubble
like Dr. M,
discount my aversion Got em swerving in a Ford Excursion,
escape
the purge and make my own certain version
Murdering virgin tracks that ain't been *
with yet This is the purest * you ever get
They ain't * without the internet
In a sense non-existent in real life,
trying
to be monolithic Dominant like Thomas when he was on the Pistons
Number 11,
yo,
you gotta listen Kill distraction when I'm snapping like a slim
Jim Slapping slim and similian chameleon slash lo-fi
audiophile Take off your coat and chop it up a while
Take a hella six on vomiting bile You
know I'm so wild with my monotone style
Wild like Animal Kingdom,
demanding more income Price is going up but the pay rate stays stuck
In a rut like drainage ditches,
flow the strangest *
Sense brainless bitches on some same but different
Dog ass mutts sabled up with some anus snippets
I'm just painting pictures,
little snippets Cut the reel with steel stainless scissors
Sharper than citizens,
surgically to the rhythm Slicing while
you tripping like M. Bison biting
Mike Tyson writing lightning strikes Laying * like bike strips,
flat out tighter
than vice grips On the set with news tonight,
this just in
Slap slim been * * up since back when he
was a destructive kid Demolition so spectacular,
exacto x-factor,
extra exact Smash the Stratocaster when disaster struck
Had to bust some rhymes fast as *,
now it's a slow steady pace Hide your face and say grace,
feast a plate even though I already ate In fact I never stop feeding,
creeping up like Father Time Mother Nature
and the concubine When the stars align,
see the sign and bless the golden child Living in a dream,
make him shake
like a chemilatron,
leaving bodies on the lawn Toss him on the top of the pile,
signing
off the honor roll with my