[Chorus: New Mayhem]

He caught glockoma with the barrel in his eye

Really knocked his socks off when I hit him with the semi

[Verse 1: C the Kid]

I’m a samurai savage, living lavish

Causing damage while I penetrate a retina

Blow back your cabbage, cut the baggage, wreak havoc with the Godspeed stamina

It’s evident that the flow is elegant, a militant spittin eloquence, the beat fatter than an elephant

Caustic and spastic, cosmic and drastic, don’t shoot ‘em with the semi ‘cause I got an automatic

Hit with the force of a double barrel pump, eat you up like a box of chocolates, Forrest Gump

Comin in hot, Human Torch on my tongue, I’m not done, scorching lungs roasting up these poor bums

The symptoms are obvious, right down to the stroma

Looks like you got a bad case of glockoma

[Chorus: New Mayhem]

He caught glockoma with the barrel in his eye

Really knocked his socks off when I hit him with the semi

[Verse 2: New Mayhem]

You don’t wanna walk down the block where I’m cocking a chopper to squawk off a shot through your noggin

Matter of brain getting battered and maimed when my patter is sprayed with superior mouthfuls

Thinking of inking a verse to respond from the back of your hearse, then your w’s doubtful

By time you reply you’ll be buried alive and the concrete will make you a fine little fossil

[Big Nate]

Wait, please, g-

Please, wait

[Verse 3: New Mayhem]

Bazooka’s getting straddled

Ride the rocket on a saddle

And ignite your dad’s Impala

Aim below the belt in battle

Without knees you’ll have to waddle

Cut the prattle; hear that rattle?

Beef stampedes at you like cattle

Does my babble leave you addled?

Find your mind can’t meet my grind?

Hear that whining in your ear?

Tympanic membranes getting seared

It’s sonic mutilation, fear

Each word that emerges from low up out my throat

Cause when the dice are rolling, what’s next even I don’t know

So duck and cover if you’re foe

[Chorus: New Mayhem]

He caught glockoma with the barrel in his eye

Really knocked his socks off when I hit him with the semi

[Verse 5: C the Kid]

Focus on closing the notion that spitting golden's open to any sloven

Assaulting minds with a flurry of rhymes, you better catch up, Heinz, while I’m breaking these confines

Deftly, can’t deal with the real that we speak and we feel every week that these squeals are just weak

Sealing these freaks and we’re peeling these beats, steel bars delivered as they kneel in defeat

I’m the lyrical bomber with the comic genre, not a vomit saga

Rappin sauna, Oxford comma, and I assure not at the bottom

I see you're starting to lose your vision, but I'm here to clear up superstition

I'm the rawest rapper that they ever saw, makin 'em gawk in awe

The nastiest and sauciest flow so sick, I’m droppin jaws

[Verse 6: New Mayhem]

Stalk up behind you on my tip toes

You know you’re walking on a tight rope?

Step on egg shells and get your yoke broke

Dying to put this frying pan to your dome

Dial tone when you try the phone

Tires slashed, where you gonna dash?

Get those Skechers laced, then let you try and make a break

Bet your velcro don’t hold well though, so if you trip, fall over, you’ll catch this

Glockoma

[Outro: Mrs. Gump]

Don't you be afraid sweetheart

Death is just a part of life