I COME FROM A PLACE SO BIZARRE AND FAR AWAY
YOU COULDN'T EVEN REACH IT WITH A MASTER STAR GATE
TAKE ME BACK TO WHERE I BELONG AND UNDERSTAND THE ORIGINS OF THIS SONG
BREATHING MACHINES HOOKED UP TO A BONG
SNORTIN UP AMPHETAMINE CHEMICAL STRUCTURES TIL OUR NASAL FACE BONES RUPTURE
WE DISRUPT YA, A CRITICAL, TYPE OF HEAD RUSH, CRACK CRUSH,
CRIPPLING FORCE
POWER OF 1000 HOUNDS, LEAVE YOU DEAF FROM THE SOUND, POUND FOR POUND
1K STEED HORSE POW, CRUSH YOU DESTROY YOUR FRIENDS AND EXTENDED FAMILY
THEY AIN'T WORTH A DAMN TO ME, i'M DAMAGING ANYONE THAT STANDS NEAR TO ME
AND IF THEY DEAR TO ME, YOU QUEERS WILL BE HANDLED MOST CANDIDLY
AND i EXPECT YOU'D BE FEARING ME NOW, NOW, NOW
LISTEN HERE, YALL A BUNCH OF RAPPING QUEERS
I DON'T CARE IF YOU A STEER, DUCK, BUCK OR DEER,
YOU'RE DEAD MEAT ME, GET IT i GRIND THAT BEEF, HA
YER TRAXS STINK TO ME, PUSSY RAPPIN PFFFT QUEEF
GIVE ME AN ALEVE, i NEED SOME RELIEF FROM THIS BULLSHIT I SEE
ITS GOT MY HEAD HURTIN, GOT MY CROWN POUNDIN
TRYING TO REVERSE IT WITH MY SICK BOOM BAP SOUNDS AND
IF YOU AINT DOWN WITH IT YOU CAN GET YER HEAD SPLIT
TILL THE BRAIN DRIPS, I'LL SERVE IT AT YER FUNERAL SEERVICE, COLD OR IN HEAT
WITH MEAT ON 2 SLICES WHOLE WHEAT,
CALL IT WHAK RAP SANDWICH, GET YOUR WHOLE CLAN SQUISHED
BEAT OVER THE HEAD WITH A CAN OF MANWICH
CALL YOURSELVES RAPPERS, NOT SOMETHING i CAN STAND WITH
AM I CLEAR YOU UNDERSTAND THIS,
WHEN iM THRU YER WHOLE GENOME IS BANISHED FROM THE WHOLE PLANET

vanish vanish from the whole planet
whack rappers have been banished

cant stand it, stand it
whack rappers shut yer mouth and can it, cuz i cant stand it

im an extreme extreme example of the bass snare and samples
evolution here to put a damper on all you shit rappers, got them pampers
gettin rid the pollution on all levels, the scent, sight, and sound of you dimished
extinguished ended and finally finished just in time for a hearty wholesome healthy dinner
cuz im the bread winner I got the bacon, got the ham salami and the bass snare quakin tsunami
cant stop me im a fucking canibal bath salts and pop rocks mentality fluid never tangible
but realize we're here, we'll fucking handle you, dismantle you
got a hoard thats ready to trample you
pompous fool we got hand saws and power tools, razor blades and commercial grade chemicals
and we'll use them to reduce you down to fragmented decimals
and then stomp you like feminist rape victims do testicals