The way I rip these bars, thought I was insubordinate

The way I scorch

They thought I was morphed

With the human torch

Every song I touch is permanganate

My lines are Glycerin when im drippen 'em, its a flame ignition whenever it's time to start

So I better get a fire reaction

In the booth my mind spark

The engineer thought I was Mike Jackson

Got these rappers fidgeting

Watch his wrist split

Tear his ligaments

Tryna come up with related similar synonyms

I be spittin that methicillin resistant

Its sickening cinnammon spitting spectacular similes killin it

Picture this

A MC drinking pen ink

Cause his raps weak

And he can't speak

Cause he's gargling quink

It overlaps his cheek

He can't breath

Now he's panicing

Gagging, imagining that he never cause this to start happening

Damn I damaged em

Totally savaged em

My minds berserk

Im vid taping em

As I tape em up

He rocks the chair so hard

He's facing up

Spine's breaking up

Can't see me like I maced him up

His lifes fading

As he smashes the floor with his cranium

I decimated em

This is the lyrical visual of the physical what I do with these

Rappers that make me sick, ironically they claim they clinical

Did you catch that?

[Verse 2]

Im back at it

Attack it with madd static

These lyrics will leave you slow

Cause I spit em with fast rapping

My flow is such a treasure

You dig it? Its such a treasure

I dig holes and body wack rappers

For hip-hops' pleasure

Im insane I prolly wreck ya

Prolly German surplex ya

On razors, katanas and scisscors

That'll most likely disect ya

Make a quick incision

In intestines and intensely rip em

I apologize for that image

Im just cannibalistic

Who tryna get seasoned?

These people still sleeping

Its not cause they dont see the promo

Whats the real reason?

They dont know what theyre missing

Is it because I ain't on the big screen

Glistening with gigantic jewels that they won't listen?

Or Is it because I ain't drop yet, I ain't pop yet?

They waiting for the day I'mma hot mess

These line are real hot, yes

And I'mma just grind till I pop necks!

I hope that im the one that pops next!

Ya name pull strings

Well Mine gon pop threads

Ripping verses up into shreds

Every instrumental beat

On their death beds

[Verse 3]

Im an arsonist

Lyrical pharmicist

Pharmaceutical drugs

Is not what I spit

Proceed with cautiousness

These narcotics will have your heart stopping and cause some vomitting

Hand tremblings, head spinnings and leg wobbling

And I think im already addicted

To my own perscription

Cause I can't stop writting all these lyrics

And making verbal killings

But I hope its worth it

Cause I spent a lot of time on this music making

For it not to be working

I got it all planned out

I need salad cause grandma

Asked for cool ranch house

And its time that I get my fam a new damn house

Any hating in my life, im gon move them out

Im standing 5'4, and I been ready to stand out!

Im hoping

The gates to the rap game are open

Im hoping

I get loyal fans who leave me soaked in, love

Cause thats what I'mma have for them

Wish the best for all my rapping friends

From Adz to Benjamin Dollaz and SLEEPERcamp