[Verse One: Danimal Lector]

I run this shit, yo, so hit the road

I'm sittin' low, slurpin' on that sizzurp, ho

Switch up with the pick 'n roll

You little trolls

I'm a wizard with my grip on the globe

I can switch from slow, to ridiculous flow

In an instance, bro, easier than Tic, Tac, Toe

It's more like, click, clack, "Nooo!"

I got a big bag of dro

Some zigzags to roll, and a six pack, lets go

Time to kick ass, I know

I'm ready for it, definitely bored with

What I'm hearin', your best recording's

Less important than my next dentist appointment

I reckon you best stop messin' with the nest of this hornet

Or I'll be collecting your organs, like Dexter Morgan

Or send them to Oregon, or somewhere else that's foreign

I've been drinkin' more again

But bein' weird is kinda normal, man

I'm sort of an alien, born with a cranium

Full of an assortment of insane thoughts, kind of hard containing them

My wife's been complaining I'm too weird

Why?

Cause I'm drinkin' a root beer, with a fuckin' huge beard

Aww shoot, dear

I'mma go do a number two and write my name on this new mirror, with the poop smear

You're dull as used shears, you ain't makin' the fuckin' cut

Knife in my grip, I'm like "Might I assist? Wassup, wassup?"

Drunk as fuck, giving tummy tucks

Minus the part where I put you back together, you must be nuts

I'mma eat your guts for lunch

As I puff a blunt, you're such a dunce

I'mma uppercut your mother in the cunt

With this rusty gun, and bust it when she cums

Sounds disgusting but, fun

Troublesome since I was young

For a couple months I was good, only once and I was one

I said fuck it son, cause life's shorter than Danny Devito

The Danimal we know? Straight wildcat like Teebow

[Verse Two: Tantrum]

This ain't new to a trained student

A crazed lunacy, straight ruthless

I make moves of deranged cruelty

With great fluency

When it's time to arrange eulegies

You'll be prayin' to not be in the same room as me

My heart isn't cold, it's cryogenic

Tryna' step with a violent threat's

Like givin' a Burn Notice to Michael Westen

The kind of vengence that fights ahead till your life has ended

With any kind of weapon, from striking methods

To pyrotechnics

You won't last, I'm beatin' your troops with tactical schemes

I maneuver you, passin' right through your clavicle, seekin'

My crew to battle's like dealin' with supernatural

Creatures with moving mandibles, feasting on human cannibals

That means I'm above the top of the food chain

Touch my comfortable spots is what you're not gonna do, mayne

I don't care about a lucky shot at a huge name

I just kick ass then brush the blood off of my shoe strings