(Verse: 1)
If you wanna bury the hatchet I'm diggin it back up
You wanna try to squash the beef, I'm riggin your bad luck
It’s automatic, I walk in a room and I spark static
With static bright enough to strait light up your dark attics
I’m like the lottery, everyone wants to take a shot at me
When they know it ain’t recommended like induced vomiting
Those the type of people that need to get a lobotomy
Yo go ahead I’ll give you one shot but make it your best
Cuz like takin a test, I’ll cause your heart to shake in your chest
You people should know by now that I’ll never break or give rest
I love getting everyone to start bickerin in fits and starts
You know you never could walk tough, you only could spit the parts
I hit your hearts when I start spittin these written darts
I don’t know but for some reason I love to see fights heated
You should grab your inhaler cuz you know that you might need it
Cuz I’m, leavin you breathless when I’m smoking these mics
I only encourage, I don’t condone promotin these fight
Rap music I use it to cause a riot and then defuse it
By speakin my mind and givin you all my two pence worth
An instigator when I was born, you know I’m rude since birth
Before the signin of treaties, I’m rippin the document
Makin the president and the other country start knockin dents--|
Into my forehead now I’m lookin a lot like a unicorn
It’s true look at my dome, I thought I’d keep you informed--|
About the many dangers when you always be startin the beef
You aren’t like a thief, where no one knows you, pardon my speech
But the truth is your gonna have many people parting your teeth
But I'm the N Flewence so you know I still start beef and static
Makin your heart beat sporadic whenever I start eatin at it
Every little thing I say you all love to take literal
Why not come back to reality, out of your little world

End: “Fits & Starts” –Bad N Flewence