Swiss Army

YMCMB, haha, alright

My patience wears thin with lacks of violence

Put the world on my shoulders I play it like violins

And sense, I really make none in present tense, I

Really write my lyrics in hieroglyphics, I

Really fight my lyrics can not be condensed

And the best will never feel the need to convince

My Army's offence exceeds any resistance

Be nice bitch, I just might let you meet Vince

The lights switch, so brakes are something I don't need

My reign roams, I'm Constantine with gold teeth

I play ours, realer than the words that speak in same songs

And I own every day of the week, I go hard

There's no telling where time goes

But my slow-mo flows put the world on hold

I roll like snowball effects, just watch me grow

I'm Jack Frost, I'm so cold my shadow glows