You got the voracity to question my audacity?
My rhythms take you to the point of pure modal ecstasy
Your rhymes are shitty next to me
Vocal vomit's all I see
Verbs slapped together with the vain hope of relevancy
I capture the essence of all of life's great lessons
shower wisdom on the masses blessed with my fleeting presence
My flows are so hot, I glow with incandescence
And if things get ugly, no need for no Smith & Wesson's
I spit so hard and acidic I'll melt down both of your eyeballs
so intense I blast the plaster off and leave only drywall
So if you wanna avoid swift death at the hands of me
I suggest you forfeit all your hopes to win and simply flee
Dinomut,
Want a treat go get it boy,
wanna play fetch Bring me back that toy,
after a while Ill play with you day after day
but if you dissobey Ill beat you
Untill the light fades away
You see Ill leave you on curve bleedin
Beleavin that it started out fun
laughin playin games but you never knew
What Id do to you
If you dissobeyed my hands of fate
Runnin playin catch untill I new you were done
That was the day I busted the gun...
My Flow Is Cold, Leavin You In a Blizzard Of Hate.
The Weight of the Snow
It Brings You to the Ground makeing you shake
You try to escape,
You look away from the screen but you know your being
Hypnotized
But the way I rhyme So Accept Defeat
I have you cornerd
It's time for a tactical retreat.