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Lyricist: K.A.A.N.
Lyrics:
[Verse 1: K.A.A.N.] Uh-huh x3 Look I'm a carnivorous predator devouring beats My [?] so I could eat them, fucking starving capische Anticlimactic mass appeal that turns the tangent from me I spit sulfuric acid flammable like Clorox Bleach I think your favorite rapper's feminine A young Cloris Leachman I'm making a murderer drugs are nigga you reaching But technically speaking, my speech impediment, flow is impeccable Unforgettable I've been told, save your heartfelt momento I'll never forget I'm dopest mind the mic can hold a terabyte The young John Connor, K.A.A.N. can terminate these prototypes The streets are run red like the focus right I recall With a swift punch to the gut, an uppercut to thats how we torture them This game is statutory rape the way these kids are forcing in my, label of love is arduous, nothing to argue with Authenticity, no apathy left in this altar bitch Candles lit as I submit the sacrificial offering Like who brought this guy in, he's throwing up again The hyperchondriac of rap is back and he's depressed again I'm pacing back and forth standing awkwardly, looking obtuse, while leaning at an angle of 88 degrees plus 2 My problem is funkadelic I'm as high as George Clinton is Causing kamikazes, more bodies than Benghazi, like How you get this dough, mind your business bitch I'm secretive, delete the paper trail, hiding my secrets like Hilary Clinton did I swear I got'em terrified like x2 The juice is on the loose again, in the white Bronco hooligans plus a few syringes, no surrender return to sender that's how we killing ya'll I'm the young Orenthol with a bevel blade and a blood stain Four packs of backwood roaches inside my ash tray I drive like Steve Mcqueen [?] ignoring the speeding caution Exceeding you nigga's limits, becoming a legend A myth Kicking the lyrical gift, you see that the kid is equipped I'm ripping murderous shit and if you it'll make em switch You never do it like this They blowin it out of proportion Niggas are pumping theyselves up I think its cute Inaccuracies are actually engulfing em Inadequacy they viewing it as immaculate This shit is sick so I stay positive like HIV Well hopefully one day I'll shine like some HID's I'm riding in my own lane like the HOV You see the world in black and white like Zeus or maître d's My bars are fashioned forward fasten your seat belt, I'm about to leave All my shit is deep and intricate are you serious Even tampax can tell you my flow is heavy, period Ripping flesh from your body right down to the bone marrow Keep on running your mouth and I'll do you like cousin Herald Medulla left on the dashes I'll metaphorically murder you Mediocre attempts to offend em, lynching you cornballs They need the help to finish the job, Lee Harvey Oswald You ever seen a real life poltergeist, I'm nothing nice Piss poor examples for artists, I paint a portrait of I really wish your mom never second guess that abortion but I'm 'bout to take this double knotted rope and tie it round your throat And stream the whole process live, death upon Periscope My talents is out of this world, you need a telescope to find it Till I write something as tough as Jadakiss I'll keep trying like
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