lick so many drops
that your folks get missing
lick a few more
lick more than some juvenile tongue kissing

I'll rip a whole in the ozone
And leave you suckas spinning in space
I'll spit in ya face
To show you how a clitoris taste

At this pace, don't seem you'll ever finish the race
I'll play the shit from your archives and make you admit it's a waste
You're always after the cash and after the ass
But you'll only be ashes and gas after the blast
It doesn't matter if you made of matter or mass
I'm releasing drops so powerful they're shattering glass

Put an actor in a cast from his neck to his toes
Dissecting my foes... peel away the flesh from the bone
Testing ya dome, to see if it can take the pressure from blows
That are thrown like small stones in a cyclone
I'm terrible, beating you fagots
And tearing the beat into fragments
Then eating actors...

Like Tarantulas feeding habits

You drop lines, that you fuck hot dimes
But ya cock size will make her eyes roll counter clockwise
I'll crush rhymes with a singular rhyme
If you can't take the weight, it'll injure ya spine
I'm not ill like walking in the projects with a nine
I'm ill like moving solid objects with my mind

I was designed by a scientific staff
That studied metaphysics and math
Trying develop the perfect paragraph