Str8 Rippin'

I ain’t no killer, don’t push me,
Revenge is the sweetest joy next to eating cookies
I ain’t no rapper, I’m a ripper
Call me the quicker ripper upper
Sucker punching duckers off rooves like Yugi Moto in Season Zero
I ain’t cha hero, I’m a card sharking shuffling ambidextrous
Emcees asking if I’m that dangerous
Derange by how I write in the mist of nothing
Just gimme nothing but a pen and pad
Hating how I’m so used to spell check
When you just ain’t using full loaded deck
Chin checking most of my apostles with vocab
Thrown in a coach sit cha down
Asking how freaked it
Didn’t you see the moon and the stars
Gotta judgement dragon that
FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!!!
Expunge with exponents
By the truckers I pluck ya
Ram rodding them like djinns with my engines
You’re doing ya rituals like obsessive compulsion disorder
Get a quarter placed in ya immortal meter
Anytime someone speak ill about cha
And I’ll always place a quarter in ya immortal meter no matter what
Speak thru it, I lived through it each and everyday
I get it cold, crush e’m crudely into the ground
Call me The Exxon Oil Spill I’m that ill

Don’t get crushed like a jelly bean
You ain’t that mean
You’re just a blip on the radar for some
And none for most
Don’t act outta ya frame
Get cha game on and never cheat
I just rinse and repeat
Just remember I’m a straight ripper
just straight rippin'