Death To You

Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to hear my sentiments

I'm hotter than a kettle and my pen's full of adrenaline

I stopped takin' that medicine, the dust is finally settlin'

Practice close to perfect, nobody is rhyming better than

Mad Child, spewing a monstrosity of anguish

Countrymen are tryin', but they're not talkin' my language

I rap to cover up the pain just like a fuckin' bandage

Emotions like the layers on a sandwich, I peel 'em like a mandarin

These young punks, I'm schoolin' em like Cambridge

Slap these appetizers, I'm the motherfuckin' main dish

First they're on my mind, but then they're fallin' off like dandruff

Now they call me 'White Devil' like Colonel Sanders

Shit, I'm the fire on both ends of a burnin' candle

I'll retire when Jesus come back in a cloak and dirty sandals

Even then, still be rappin' up in heaven beside the manger

Other rappers are in danger, I'm the motherfuckin' misguided angel

MP4, REV, I make the files wave

Classic tales of revenge, my friend, I will spit on your grave

Kids they got no styles today, gray and white and red and black

When I attack I send 'em back without their fuckin' head intact

Think about that, that's a risk, battle axes, bats and fists

Wilson Fisk, rapping kingpin, fastest engine, three man blitz

The pits and pendulums of life are barriers to break through

So barricade yourself inside your house before I take you

Welcome to Lakeview, it's a great view from the padded cell

Cannibal crush, we will prevail and the misguided angel's bad as hell

Like the bat out of hell on a motorbike

With a spike on the helmet on the road to life

Give 'em the light, little parasites, Pacific Rim, got 'em in my sights

Caught in the crosshairs, you're gonna take a loss here

There's lots of air but you can't breathe and see it, can't believe it

Your eyes are playin' tricks, amazing that you still exist

You think you're Superman? Then say my name backwards like Mxyzptlk

I spit the fire maniacal vile, we’re wire proof

Die with your boots on and a gun in your hand, I approve

My uncle would too, motherfuck you

Motherfucker, motherfuck everybody in your crew

Or anybody who not ridin' with us to the fullest extent

Put you under cement in the jungle with debt

Smiles of murder and laughs of pain

When we were kids we'd act insane, now we grown considerate the rain

Brooklyn, New York, they say we sound like crooks when we talk

And they probably right, you probably get yourself juxed with a fork

If you steppin' correct, though, everything is copasetic

But most these rap though guys is so pathetic

We don't start nothin' but yo, we always down to finish it

Humble to the rumble cause we handle our business, kid

Nothin' to brag about, we just built like that

Simmer down, homie, you could get killed like that

Hold up, hold up, police are on my dick, they don't harass me

Bitches on my dick so if I'm married they don't ask me

I explode, she swallow my load, she take a taxi

Don't forget your cellphone and fix your make-up, Ashley

I’m laughing watchin' you split, talkin' your shit

Whisper underneath your breath leopard Dungarees and mesh shit

My comrades are conniving, My bad habits are violent I need a padded asylum

(I'm too far gone) Thinking of departuring

My pride paid for what my ignorance was costin' me

The rep got bigger figured everyone was watching me

They looked at me, the underdog, I took this shit impossibly

Throw the fucking bottle back and toss a molotov on me

Holler back, I played this job for keeps and made a boss of me

I reek of charisma can't get it off me

I serenade the whole world and sing it off-key

You see the guns is large, the bullets hotter than suns and stars

Y'all are pussy like love songs, it's from the DeBarge

When my father died he put his fuckin' son in charge

And he was a G so that made me the son of God

And that mean nobody in my family is gonna starve

That mean nobody can trap me, have me under bars

Boxcutter Paz leave you with a hundred scars

Cops on the ave, evil as a hundred tzars

I'm a hypocrite, sendin' mixed messages

The hardest motherfucker you ever contended with

Harder than servin' 20 back-to-back sentences

As an apprentice to a life with no aggressiveness

They just make you a dead body on the precipice

Watch heavier than six necklaces

Rhyme sound effortless, even though the dialogue treacherous

Keep the hammer in the boot, behold the rhyme specialist