Step on the rap floor my gats roar/
Jack back the hammer and slap four out of a black ac' door//
My pyro gas harass swords in cast wars/
My gat blast past core through the cerebral and fastforward/
U aint a rapp-or you an act-or//
Who craves straight dick cause you full of gayshit like a fags drawer/
My words get up in ya rear like a tailgater, quick to
Write on ya dome in leave my pens in ya head like hell raiser//
A stargazer I rocket boost with no juice/
And shoot fuel through a cannon in an orange suit like Goku/
Check the wordplay since third grade/
Smoking herb blazed, 30 minute recess, back to class with a burnt brain//
Brains like raid demons my strange speaking change seasons/
Spray semen after I fuck with your mind and leave your brain steaming//
You can try and fuck with my style, but u don't wanna kid like 'gay semen'///