DESCRIPTION:
Hook:
Go and, call your, boys
If you, want to, just make, noise - X3
I will fill the void in rap because I'm not a lyrical toy


Verse 1:
Hope that you're prepared for the worst
I got lyrical ammunition thats sure to leave your body in a hearse
What I be giving is a curse
And a gift that I can lift your vocabulary from way down in the ground and
out the dirt
Hope your feelings don't get hurt
Easily because I'm feasibly destroying everything that you believed till you
convert
Try to analyze my work
Is a waste of time the way I rhyme is quite sublime or like its some divine
inspired verse
Somewhat like an immortal that came here through a portal with a
message from another dimension now I must mention what I speak is
causing tension or actually a correction till I rewire your system causing a
reboot that is total
Delusional outbursts
I dont really want to be dealing with rap children
I'm trying to make a million
People understand that in the palm of their hand now they got the power to go create their own plan
I'm not a lyrical toy
What about that don't you understand boy
My mission is seek and destroy
And leave no survivors when I get deployed
Misunderstood and I wish that I could just show you that I'm good then
again if I would you would take it and put it to dissection and kill it with
over inspection like an anomaly in a second so I going to wreck shit
Cannibalistic a sickness I live with when rappers attempt to be gifted
I get so malicious and really quite vicious and calling out artist who's
speaking fictitious (fictitious)
They taste so delicious
My wish is to never be full so my binge never finish
Then they step up to my plate and then without further debate Im going to be devouring the haters till I be leavening them all diminished

Hook:
Go and, call your, boys
If you, want to, just make, noise - X3
I will fill the void in rap because I'm not a lyrical toy

Verse 2:
See me coming in it
I'm grinning because I'm winning
Got you reeling back defending those lyrics you try to pretending will contend
Then I be giving them all of me
Swallow me till I be falling into your arteries and then I do my slaughtering
And what I try to bring is aggression and energy
The remedy that's needed for the symptoms that rap is just suffering
Sounding like its buffering
Man I don't need a beat
I will just greet and defeat it until the music is needed to get repeated
I complete it
Anybody want to compete
Now can't you see the way I spit it means I'm claiming elite
How much im sowin is humongous so big funds I will reap
So watch me hurddeling your style becasue my lyrics are neat
Unique
Get a drink and I post up
Then I get my homies to follow me and we toste up
Rolling up a fatty for daddy and I'm in no rush
Then go and get my regular
Crown on the rocks
And no sir I don't
Give a fuck
Push your luck
You get stuck
With a gut check
Don't get upset cuz I warned ya
Not only an intellect but I don't mind the torture
Into another dimension I will just deport you
I'm a source or a force that of course will divorce everything that you're feeling cuz I'm appealing when I drill into your psychology causing you to follow me
Amazing as astrology when I touch the pen

Hook:
Go and, call your, boys
If you, want to, just make, noise - X3
I will fill the void in rap because I'm not a lyrical toy