I hurt, maim, and kill.
Open invitation.
I hurt, maim, and kill.
Open invitation.
I don't spar,
I devour cowards in the early hours of the morning,
I move with vampires, murderers, and Montana's hillside strangler,
we get it on like a late night dancer,
in December where I live, we typically experience a winter,
I visit mental asylums to build friendships with their patients,
I don't give a fuck about punctuation,
I punch you in the face and leave your skull with a permanent indentation,
like the beginning of a paragraph I'll start this battle rap,
you came into the house of flying daggers because you wanted to get trashed,
I'll take you out like the trash,
if you mistook that last line for something else, you're probably a faggot,
Mister Yo is hip hop's Charles Barkley,
trying to get on a rap track with Riff Raff and smash a couple cocaine addicts in the process,
I apologize meek, for I got off topic,
you think that you're mad intelligent,
I wanna know what doctor ran your diagnostics,
kid I think I just put you in a coffin,
I wanna have sex with Wednesday from the Adams family,
you ain't more mental than me, I ain't even crazy,
I keep my composure because i'm a working class member of society,
I severe heads like yours on the daily,
I've already paid you too much attention, I gotta get back to my baby,
she's been awfully jealous lately.
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