(Verse 1)
[Terminal Knowledge]
The neck breaker
We vex haters
I'mma keep bringing the best flavour
I'm trying to get paper
Hit the bud and my chest cave in
I'll write your nightmare like Wes Craven
Got you in checkmate kid
The dumb cracker
Tongue lasher
Blunt wrapper
Dutch master
Puff-Passer
You should run faster
When we come after ya'll punk rappers
Gon' crack your jaw with the slum rapture
Vocal hellhound, leave the locals spellbound
Turn your avenue cypher into a global meltdown
The soul snatcher
High-Tops throw-backer
You want weed?
I got the volt pack up
Smoke stacker
Throat grasper
Rouge slacker
Call me whatever baby, it don't matter
A dope rapper
Author of the last chapter, the ass-slapper
The mad wack cat to laugh after
A couple lab-rat crash dummies
Trying to grab that cash money from the corporate execs
We're more then the best
We the bombers who relieve the drama, you don't even got to sort through the rest
The knee-dropper
Speak proper
Cream copper
Get a teenybopper wetter than a sea otter
The beat rocker
Bodies in the meat-locker
Ya'll girls get the three finger shocker
Dutch splitter
Ain't no such thing as too much liquor
Big dogs taking it all from the butt-sniffers
A bad habit
Got sick of the wack rapping
So I figured I could, take a stab at it
I'm all grown up, spit from dusk 'till the dawn show up
When it get's darker kill your doggy with a lawn mower
I've gone lower, latch breaker
Match maker, the mic clutcher fixing to get the rap paper
That's right sucker, the ill spitter, you still bitter
Cause you lost your sunshine like Bill Withers
Clit licker swish liquor in the big pickup
Cut the headlights, all they can see is my bic flicker
Basset hound
Lace the track with a classic sound
You want the underground? I'll lower your casket down
The gigantic
Rhyme addict, with the white herb
The iceberg that sank the titanic
I jump in the deep end, drill a hole, then swim deeper
The grim reaper
Turn them chinky-eyes to big peepers
(Verse 2)
[Acumental]
I be the, day-tripper, the ale sipper
Got cash falling out the ass like a male stripper
Scale tipper, tail whipper
You try shit and I'll attack your eyelids with a nail-clipper
Herb grinder, the word finder
Ask a question in my section yo, I'll probably be like sir, mind-ya
Own business
Or I'll leave you with your dome twisted
If you don't listen then you just might go missing
I bet you wondered what happened to my language
Red and meth broke it
Now I'm the def poet
You best know that Matty B and Seth's flow is gonna put you under pressure
Damn right I'm gonna test ya
Public jester, young professor
Teaching you more with a verse than you'd learn in one semester
Run the sector, light it up like Uncle Fester
Cause battling me is like putting a punt to Hester
Shoe collector, the clue connector
And you can bet the farm that nobody else on earth can do it better
Than the
Palmer Squares, watch how we walk on air
We'll stomp you down, then raise it up like your barber's chair
Flooring fools, leaving cats more confused then Tommy Tutone
When Jenny got her new phone
Sign treaties, more sick than diabetes
We're strong on the mic, cause I eat my Wheaties
Pad clencher, on an adventure, got the rhymes falling out my mouth like a pair of bad dentures
Breezy lighter, the tree igniter
Cause green? I'm willing to try it like Billy and Wyatt in Easy Rider
It brings me higher, grab the mic and squeeze it tighter
Spitting verses 'till I'm burnt out like a screeching tire
These sharpshooters refusing to cease fire
It's hip-hop all day everyday 'till we retire