V1
crush everybody, ruckus an Earthquake,
thrush in the throat, discussed with my birthweight,
lush actual, i’m viscous, the surf breaks
quick to the point, my discus and nerves ache

burn the vampire, well’s how i serve steak
work the campfire, y’alls don’t deserve cake
walk up, umpire, balls and a firm shake
harrassing the boss, accosted the workplace

stay timid, this is your worst case
same impetus with which I incur hate
say limited things, bitch ya weren’t made
first rate, ignorant sayings are your birthplace

take wordplay, then reverse fate
tame muthafucka bang on the first date,
y’all perverse and came up with ways to make
ya lame asses seem like ya earn praise

take a bat to to ya nerds face,
tight jean wearing, gas ya like 3rd bass,
might leave y’all embarrassed, absurd taste,
y’all arrogance rest in the bird cage,

V2
i write rhymes in pitch blackness, and seize mufuckas with the finest relaxants, you all lack sense,
enemy combatants, been telling weak competitors to relish these advancements

you gettin banished, you on the banned list, you know the band, no you bland, kid you vanish,
bid you anguish, abandonment, languish in panics,
attack while you pray like a mantis

the wrong creature, i’m raw like my features are drawn from the thoughts of a monster, at least who are strong and the positive piece is the ether i long to return to and tease me a reaper

(Burns)
i write rhymes in sick madness
the baddest of life while you stop like an asterisk
exuded by you is the tool of the few
to confuse all the true but you don’t like the truth
so you hide while your hyde, jekyl rides the divide
do you try, is it easier to slide up inside
of the lie that you keep in your pocket
rock rockets inside of your eye socket
i’m hot like a front page model, you not shit
i’m zsa zsa, in gaza’s throttle do not strip
you’re like a hemingway novel, liver twist
drink like its’s sand in a bottle, you’re not quick

V3
stole the breath out your chest like a cold wind
going in, blow a load on a ghost’s chin,
all grin, confident tall and slim, talk shit like I was born in a field or a hog pin

got a rock on my shoulder a boulder, i’m cochran,
the glove don’t fit, bitch i’m walking
in your hood, start watching, round your neck, of the woods, pullin up like i’m stocking

knick your neck, pulling up like you’re starks at the line
that’s a threat that you’ll choke, and the patience is mine
pace doing fine, heart race if your basic,
this is the place I divine

case it and wait for the crime,
lay in the cut like a virus, biding my time,
trying to fight the infection, when it climbs up the spine, and your mind in dimensions,

of dementia, if the weapons i’m reppin are crenshaw,
the inception, intelligent, mensa
and the buddhist are bourgeois, backwards agenda