All these words at my disposal

Fuck these nerves its going until it goes ill, grows ill

Breathing heavy down my nose hill, i impose will

What is boastful, when its so mobile

But its stuck so local, when it feels its global

The media is so social, so talk about this if your so vocal

It blows up like chernobyl

With some local gas it got at the mobile

Whats an image and a logo when ur this loco

Once i lock the focus, my conscious explodes this

This isnt hocus pocus, this is locus opus

Its unleashed in large dosages

At especially high voltages

The future rooster village business fit testy

And all it knows is this

And plus its supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Droppin bombs with explosiveness

Planting mines while nobody notices

They sent their condolences

Its bogus, its no christmas bonuses

Its the scrooge of rap

Its a luge through the track

Its all screwed up from that

Its an attacker

Its the rap game hacker, silence your chatter

You dont want none of this rapture

You would be headed straight for disaster

Right after it beheaded your master

Yeah its the rap game hack

You can stop with all the chit chat

You dont want none of this kit kat

It will break you down so you learn to adapt

Not for one second will it not give a crap

Its a fact its intact, of the abstract, and on the attack

It gave up everything

Its round for round in this battle ring

Its more than a 123 combo swing

This is a shot sting

This is an offspring

This is no chicken wing

The sweat is drenching

Its been impending

Its been intending

Its been defending

Its been ascending

It lacks distance

It crafts an existence

It pays off with persistence

It has no resistance

It goes in in a instant

It has no hot minute

It fires like a piston

It jokes aside, its twisted

It color blinds its pigment

It hears all, it can listen

It goes with what it has, its proficient

Its half way there

It could half way care

It would have its way with none to spare

It gasps for air

Do you have any to share

I swear that is square, and this is rare

This i dare

This i flare

This i bare

This hasn't been fair

You would think, but nope im not going to swear

I wake up everyday and this is how i stare

I grab the mic, and begin to tear

Dont be scared, beware

I won't stop until i triumph

Its chadd and the goliath

Building up this giant

Preparing for any tyrant

Spewing like a hydrant

Awoke its quiet

Only writes a riot

Going off like a siren

Roaring like a lion

I am a titan

I am a python

On its horizon

It ignited

Despite it

Bogey on your pilot

On a boat and i am the pirate

Vip and i am the private

This is the missle i have guided

Did you think i was done?

Think again, you better run!

Im out to put rap out of fun!

With my blatent statemont!

It pushes further towards the forefront

Its no problem being more blunt

You could of swore it was a war grunt

Your label needs more than your hunt

Okay you scored, now its thur punt

Deems the rest a poor stunt

Foots there, dont push the door shut

I fight for it, im a sore runt

Its to the point it spits out gore guts

Rhyme wears thin but its too torn up, to turn back

To turn back would be a sure shunt

If i even here a slur, duck!

This the real world and i am sir PUCK

Getting into this is pure luck

Stop letting in a blur schmuck

Keep them playing with a dirt truck

Keep em to the 15th and the 1st month (cousin no frontin)

You want it but your a nicker bocker

You want it but your a liquor sucker

You want it but you bicker or mutter

You want it but you dicker or stutter

I got it cause im sicker and not no buster

Now you try it without swearing once, mother fucker