You hearin the Dial tone, and gonna dial up my number on your phone? I say fuck that! I’m the type to just come to your home and put a bat to your dome. Either that or run up on you in a ski mask with a 45, with a barrel that’s all chrome.
Best part of it is, A hacker that’s a friend just told me what your current address is, so I’ll be watching you later. Fly myself out and move in with your neighbor.
Watching and waiting all the way to New Years. So you can start the new year with a bang, Bang, and the last thing you will hear are my gunshots up close to your ears.
Double tap to your head, so clean of a hit the police think only a professional could have done it. These are the reasons I have warned you not to fuck with me for, but you didn’t listen so you on the floor dead, idiot. So remember Everyone has a limit for bullshit, and you found mine then fucking exceeded it. Should’ve listened to my lesson I was giving, but your self taught so you didn’t think that you needed it.
So hopefully you are following along right now, and not dismissing this saying that reading it isn’t really necessary. That’s a good way to get yourself in casket, with your family in a sanctuary. Then six of them will have to lift you and carry, but soon there is going to be a lot more to bury.
Car bombs all waiting and ready for me to blow up the whole procession when it reaches the cemetery.
I watch with binoculars while you walk around like your wearing blinders, and constantly ignore my continual reminders. So my Punchlines go straight through you, like rings in paper aligned inside of binders. Tell your mom to watch all around her, I might be behind her waiting to snatch her and then send you her incisors.
Cut off her eyelids with razors, fingers with scissors, and her tongue with fingernail clippers. Making her look worse than anything seen, even at a murder scene of jack the ripper’s. Leave her buried where I already have 12 strippers, and somebody else’s mothers and sisters.
They say we writing books then drop some stupid shit, and sit around all night like they are rap’s King Kong. Fake motherfuckers don’t last too long, and they easily smashed like a ball for ping pong, they’re not very strong. Claiming they smoke more than cheech and Chong, but they just as retarded as frats boys with a beer bong. So now their end in nearing, it won’t be very long, till they are my captive getting tortured like they’re a p.o.w. In Vietnam.
Strange and indescribable,getting all together like I’m going tribal, follow me then and become my disciple.
Change is inevitable, plotting directions to get to the next level, take this as truth because it’s really all literal.
With lies you habitual, sacrificial implements of an ancient ritual, wounds will be mortal not superficial.
Gateways are opened unleashing darkness eternal, all the damages done to you from something infernal.
Death a for certainty, burning externally, and bleeding internally for all of eternity.
You should not fuck with me certainly, a pussy you be, you no mc. Best master of ceremony has got to be me, making U all c i b G, reading out cadences like marching in the army. You too weak to harm me, and you hardly alarm me. So how you think you can ever strong arm me, cuz you a fake I’m a snake you’ll never charm me. Constrictions tightening in, by flanking you I’m squeezing my enemy. Construction of what I am writing the gears of my machine powered by alchemy. Now You can’t escape me, I’ve focused all of my energy to eradicate you completely. Now how will you ever say you can defeat me? Claiming you will always be winning because of your approach, but right now I’m showing you the meaning of flawlessly. Leaving you in poverty suffering a deficiency for currency, forever and currently, a million volts of current in me. So you better curtsy like the bitch you be, and learn your lesson of humility. You have no chance to be anything but nothing to me, and comparatively you hardly competitive you so low energy. I’m high voltage and you a small battery, so how you ever thinking you’ll make an example of me. Uselessness is your specialty, but you dog that’s always barking at me about how great you be. But you really sounding like you More of a bitch than lassie, and I’m so high above you that you can never pass me.
