Zyklon B-Boy, more like I eat you Eloy
Hated or loved me, only Judy could judge me
My name is Beans when Beans is on the mic
I say all the rhymes that you MCs hate
I really don't care what you think or say
I got the busser rhyme in my own special way
Write like you came into life
When the pain got the goon of a sharp knife
With heated poses that perspire like solar panels
Heavy pen blew the page apart in parallel
Struck you with the impact of billiard ball
Soak around the damn sock, your eye socket
Is hitting the corner pocket, superb
Chisel raps, ladybird pickaxe, art prime rhymes
Weaver narratives, swagger font, savant
Instigator of that you now
Baby, you * futile
Like the demon food of the priest after a fair exorcism
Know your betters when they address you
It's more important when private pain goes public
Like when rappers talk about jail
I know the tale
Well, my younger brother's decisions
Once heading behind bars when I chose to spit them
But that boy who went in wasn't the man who came out
The far-out arbiter is the radio bin Latin
Striking fear in Manhattan, changing the contour
Approach the beat, beach, fetal distress, cesarean
MCs burying their fangs like Christopher Lee
Hated or loved me
Or killed to ink eminence, utter with vehemence
And hurl words at you
Like you was tied to a chair in front of the automatic pitcher
In the middle of battered cages
With vigor, the beat's bent to my will like biceps
Threatening the blood of those who oppose these vocal rolls
Broken down by procedures
Three days, three nights, three nights
Haze in the same diapers, forced to drink and shore
Immersed in the hell water through a claw
Simulating drowning, inducing vomiting and convulsions
Hated or loved me
Stupid with a compliment for half of the strap *
Left hanging in the air, medieval strapped it all
Suspended by rope attached to the wrist to suffocate arms
Hated or loved me
I fell to a thousand miles of broken glass to get to this
Music, master, monster
MC, monsoon, warlock to eat you, Eloy
Widows, well, the untimely graves of MCs
Corpses found half-squatting
Their skins discolored pink and red
And green spots peered on my fears
Foam at the mouth and bleeding through the ears
Peril-induced nausea
Panic and vertigo as the gas reached their lungs
They choked and gagged for eight minutes
The horror of you, the audience
Bear witness for the stage, this gruesome display
Suffocating and slamming their skulls
Against the hardest object in the vicinity
Verbalize as shock ran through them like a tremor or a jolt
So traumatic the force of the blow could make a migraine twerk
And shook the vaults of their brain as a ghost town
As it morseled to glass transparency
As I electrified and soundy
Set up all towards the boundaries
With lyrics scorching like lava chips
Jalapenos spamming, dragon cheers
You know what time it is
Somebody step motionless
When I give them the cobra cuddle and surrogate rap
Chalk out the glass
Blind rhyming
Ice pick like botany
Sing like a swelling BB
Colony collapse disorder
Mike's water
Maneuver hypersonic
Striker hitching your giddy up
Squatch earth, I slay them
Squatch earth, Mike Mayhem
Canceling your raping
Silence, savagery and rhythm
It's all ink baffling
Fap * more like I eat you, Eloy
If you open my veins uttering
Cisarming, diabetic
Vampire biting is unbecoming
Cheesy, they'll be the verses
Rendered a mountain of armaments
So unappealing, no sexy
Their titanic abide ideas have left my nibbles inverted
MCs are old, the wrong and non-immune
Drugs of all trades
Anal egg-hutting
Hiding like couch money
Play dumb dummies
Which is the best game you ever win?
Two MCs in a cheap disguise
A carpet in a cheerleader outfit and a lazy eye
Eat scraps while the buds are beak
It's how the city hawk views you
Subhuman
Left your brain in a bed
Pagina rhymers
Moldy cheese and puke wrappers is rap droppings