Plutonium

Rocking with a convict A sick dog with neoplasia Call 'em a fucking problem If you don't put 'em down I will Then if your beagle bites me Then I'll be diagnosed as an illegal Uh Infected with a parasitic affliction And fitted with an accelerator Heater, rod, and beam em With the quickest trigger finger Accurately crafting me as the villain And the illest gunslinger With no vision of the right or wrong Type of bomb, or any diss in song And you'll be asking me for mercy after battery And everyone will get mad at me So I'll have to see if I got time to spit a Backhanded apology cause I'm not one to cop a plea or say that you're free of Cartridges hitched to a magazine When I call you out like I interrogate Marinate and see the picture I try to paint Lion manes will never put my nine to shame And bitch you better die in vain When I tie your veins to a limousine And drag you around like a puppet on strings And scream out the front seat For everyone in front of the school To come out and see the news Just to send a message to the few who Would try to fuck with me and come on through You know what fuckin happens Every time I drop an album And top the charts like I'm Malcolm And how come a white man rapping Is seen as closer to Santa Clause When the only ones you hear of are closer to being Kendrick Lamar Not maybe when they start But rapping is bigger than color You motherfucker Talk about bugging out You lost focus on my lyrical plague Like my page was written by Moses During a swarm of locusts And then I stole this scroll Filled from top to bottom with every name I killed I'm no weeb but I seem to be Teru Mikami With a Death Note screaming delete Like an electric eel and spill blood with a simple bill To get bitches to climb a hill and stop on they heel Like they're Achilles and I'm that single enemy Carrying an arrow and my care is too low Like I was not just booting hero's And I'm shooting fucking sparrows Harrowing the narrowing yet towering Like our ring when they say they borrowing Library of a lower king when they notice me Prove to me you do see a legend when I'm lowering Like I'm Norma Jean and I can't get enough of that prozine Cause nausea and vomiting is the only cause of the Rhymes in my mind and they like a reality you can't define And finding this shit online and sharing it will be the only thing to make your spirits rise Saying 'fye' and 'this shit is hype' is you making my money fly Honey time to hit rewind cause I'm in your mind like a one-sided Love and it goes by when you sit and cry Cause really I don't blame you for missing rhymes I designed Or the vibes I televise with the hypest lines and verses That converse to you I'm hurt but when its dispersed You know it's curtains for certain and I lurk with the next circuit Of current that's ampin your life support with a surgeon Waitin to put you under a slumber if that number goes below What it needs to show, so for your sake you better hope that I keep going And flowing I know it for sure like I'm Conan and Romans are totin Their swords and they're showing their forts are destroyed by my Stroid and my boy If you know anything about value Then I suggest you take a few Valiums Sober up, fill your cup, I slowed down just to give you a re-up Cause this beat is gonna switch And you gonna slit your wrists Cause the anxiety it's gonna cause you Is gonna give you nothing but pain Hydrochloric acid My dome can pour this placid Try more than your periplasm By lowering your lil' maxim Remember your fucking impact Whether you flunked or are in tact Better than punks who can't rap I'll give you that But kill your habit Of actin wack and Bumpin that lackey trap that got you stuck within a casket Not really your fault, I got that But, do you try to break out like you're held captive Spread out your eggs to a new basket Or I'll keep you askin how I keep lapping And keep you laspin and lashing out Like you're scared but you're passing out Got my lair but I'm talent now Just sought out for my talking how Do you talk about your wallet mount Cause if you just keep it real Than tweet a picture of your account And the check you got from the label And label it "this is a paper weight" Like you're a medieval papal state Everyone hype but they can't relate You are like pacer makes They don't care bout no label name Just the beat that make they heart race And so my message to you is that if you think you're stable You should change your style while you try and pile A little million little hellions popping to a new album With none of your older topics that's a challenge And I'll bet you a hundred dollars That you'll be talked about for an hour Your fans will buy the shit and give you the fuckin power To never cower again and break the mold Break the trend and take the gold That you're owed for takin a fucking risk And spittin a little bit and not slitting your fucking wrists I'll dab you up and not give you any more shit Maybe then I'll offer to work with you in the morning Of course that's a tour of greatness and Shameless validation for a platinum or diamond record And I'll feature on all the albums You do after I see you talk some And pause I gotta give you a lesson Like a professor of wealth How to save up for a house And not spend your amounts on hoes and volks That won't get your kids a place to sit and play Or lay awake and tell you they see a monster Cause if you don't do that for your wife and daughter I'll be the monster you try to stop from taking your Dollar power But if you never stop giving yourself an excuse To never change your tunes You'll be checking under the bed or in the closet For yourself, you masochist Start a chain reaction with a pain attraction Lackadaisical river flow full of kids and adults Who'd rather fantasize about themselves Then take themself to a wood shelf and clean off the dust Like Billy Mays in a pop-up Who's on drugs when they listen to rap with they homies That shit is on trust or rather a loss of memory When you take that shit to the old days And really act like you on that new grade And bumpin lyricism heavy like that shit is new age