See mother-fucker I'm a savage

Leagues above the average Thaddeus castle

Thunderbolt across the sky like I’m tweaking on addy an(d) acid

Bleeding through the skin turning red with the passage

Cleat fastened to the beat that is deep in the fabric I’m tapping, people nodding heads while I’m wreaking some havoc

Seated in the lab I see the pieces of magic

If Jesus ever rapped I'd beat his ass with ease like a hat trick

A creature of habit

Feed on meat the weak couldn’t have but I’m eating

Cabbage when it comes to these flavorless rappers I battle

The fucking industry I treat like the fetus of cattle

Meek, babble on with symbols and weep like a coward

This feeding jackal leaves their penises leaking with drabble

You speak of shackles all I see is the freedom to cackle and

Sneak to the chapel in the mind a technique to unravel mystique

Take a peek beneath what is speech and you travel

This is the place where all the faces will shriek at the gavel

Welcome to hell or is it heaven i don’t know (x4)

I'm shouting on a balcony rapping a revolution

Just a rebel killing several ridding rap of pollution

To mutate the blueprints of the universe expansive

I’m in the savanna of man and I’m handing em bandages

Manage us? Best boss mugs couldn’t handle when

Proper was sipping Danimals grilling amateur sandwiches

I eat, scrumptious verses like a best it was unanimous

When I forget an “a” it’s planned to understand the mess that comes out of my mouth unto the people fucking randomly

I don't think you're understanding me

I’m saying I don’t plan to be the man I am the man to be

See I don’t give a damn about the disses you might hand to me

Your sister’s such a fan of me it's ripping up your sanity cause jack

I was given the task of basking you in nasty rap I’m past the point of asking, back the fuck off or you’ll ask a bat

Killing verses while I’m filling sacks and hearses with millions of worthless urchins lacking purpose in their purchased acts

But Proper’s on this earth to sever on another level I revel forever in perfect service surfacing birth of clever verses

Flowing like an English teacher writing cursive

Planning on the worst but the worst is just the immersive version

Welcome to hell or is it heaven I don’t know

(listen: deadly is the flow within the essence of the soul)

Welcome to hell or is it heaven I don’t know

It's mathematical

Poetic equations and "fath fadigals"

I’m making up words so my verses will rap rad and still

I speak and I defeat many elite man

Up so I can up and lay you out like its a street plan

P can hear a beat and see three grand

Lines tactical miming fractals like DC’s plans

Fact: Factual evidence of a crime actual

Brains on the bar and I’m giving their hearts back to em

I don’t rhyme to get the pussy cause women, see they come naturally

The truth it lies within the patterns like a fractal repeats

I’ll repeat the parts that pose the most importance if I’m out of focus you should use the microscope and scope this microscopic perfect pattern on the microphone and notice

I’m never rapping bogus like the catholic priests and pope is

Fondling the goodies while they’re preaching hocus-pocus

Or like Yachty making Wookie noises screeching over dope hits

Man I’m cutting them

Call me coach approach the bench you’re nothing but scum

You’re fucking with one of the best how I encroach with the tongue

You're gushing blood from out your breast though I’ve only begun

You’re silent lest I stab you in the chest or open your bum

Welcome to hell or is it heaven I don’t know (x2)