Yo my verbal linguistics are kinda ill
Garenteed to kill, I smoke fools like teepees and erase shitty verses like T.P.
Cook up twisted verses like linguini
And serve fools like chef's who wanna battle me...
Yall don't really cook nothing, just small talk like Emeril Lagasse
My lyrics are hot but my demeanor stays frosty
Givin cats the icey deltoid
Hot sound or frigid noise, all spectrums so either or
With an anatomy constructed of pure metaphors
So you can call me Metaphist
Cats who introduced themselve can tell you how they met-a-fist
Tryin to mess with this
I'm gifted like spoiled only-children
Cats get flipped like a fat bitch jumpin on the see-saw of and annerexic