[Verse 1]
The world is burning, emotions running minimal
The kids is on ten, grown men throw subliminals
The definition of competition is shifting in the climate of the rhymer that require tissues to listen to
You got an issue with me talking out the margin?
Speak to where my fist be, I'm not the one to bargain
With the ninja grip history, the blade's already sharpened
Arson on the conscience, the con of conquest for the market
Order coffins for his competition, welcome pestilence
Mist you with the magic wrist flick, lynch you when you wince
Amidst the cripplig of the pot-to-piss-in b**hing opposition pop the cyst, start a Raw-demar metropolis
The set-it-off king, bet it all, cough [coughs]
f** the system, let the ba** bare the offspring
And f** your hustle, you just muscle with some offering
Pop singers rock j**els, the comic call them co*k rings
[Hook x2]
Future sound sound
Norf, Norf
Get the shaman
It's a bombing glowing in the cold
[Verse 2]
The mode resemble Keyser Soze in a gimp fight
Technical as blow scales, bet he got the limp right
Sweat drip drip, one two, and you a k**ing site
Watch it with the simp sh**, I'm feeling sort of ill tonight
Goodnight, your fill light done put me in a coma son
The hepatitis open mic performers sold the fun to run a bunch of overexposed chosen one hopefuls
Claim the same flows as the older ones, no bull
Savor the game today, the chamber is tamer
The future's begging for shooters that stoop and spill brain to k** fame
Your Lil Wayne impression make me think you tryna k** Wayne
Impressive how depressing you must be to think you still sane
This ill using of illusory musing for doing big city sh** is proving nincompoops is losing
It's amusing dropping loogies on the f** boy recruiting hub
Coolie Goony's rubies moving b**bies down and booties up
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[Verse 3]
Un-recited writings, undefinable, his spine is full
The unrequited biting's ripe if mic style is unexciting
Rap cook comeback kid, ill hippy Mickey Rourke
What's beef? sh** I'd say a click more than sticky pork
[Hook x2]
Future sound sound
Norf, Norf
Get the shaman
It's a bombing glowing in the cold