Upside Down Flow - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Mac Lethal]

God Dammit I-I think I’m ‘bout to lose it

That is not an AK-47 that you’re hearing that’s my music

Popping and bussing I’ll leave you flopping and cussing

Quit rap, stick to mopping and dusting

Imma fucking leave you chained to the ceiling at the top of my dungeon

Oh it hurts? Better heal it with the drop of the ‘tussin

Imma flow flip, on that Holly Holm shit

Hit you with the dome kick

‘Bout to detonate, hear the slow tick!

When you can tell the world that I don’t exist

Ain’t that the motherfucking devil’s oldest trick

Well you can tell the motherfucking devil

Imma grab her by the hair so I can fuck her with a golden dick

Motherfuckers better hope that I don’t snap

Don’t push me, don’t push me

You motherfuckers better hope that I don’t snap

Don’t push me

I’m drinking up all your blood and saying damn

It’s time you understand

I’m Jesus plus Adam plus Arnold in the 1970’s but I’m the man

The motherfucking man

Wolverine claws straight up sliding down my hands

I’ll creep up on you like a Bengal tiger in the sand

Always under pressure like MacGyver with a plan

Always got a semi-automatic weapon and a ’97 rooster

Walk up on the stage like a 9-11 truth-er

Quit hating bitch, embrace me

Meditating in a freezing cold river like I’m Hickson Gracie

Staring at myself butt naked in the mirror, just so I can see myself clearer

Whoo, you looking good Mac

You got them good raps

All I wanna say is yes

I take my hand and I put it on my chest

Right over my heart, Asian pussy is the best

But, you motherfuckers better hope that I don’t snap

Don’t push me, don’t push me

You motherfuckers better hope that I don’t snap, Barrel Maker, Mac Lethal blah