Megalodon
I'm a creature in your favorite Sci-shark feature
Defeat whatever you throw at me, either
It's the sick twisted, linguistic, dipstick
On the miss listed, most mic killer in existence
Orga beams blasting from the shoulder region
Seizing more legions during this season
These heathens are gunna have a hard time breathing
I can smell someone bleeding, It's the crew-neck crook thieving
The lyrics I spew might have you believing
That I'm someone I'm not, in that case I'm leaving
It's hard to explain the stains I enforce on your brain
This is gunna be one of those joints you need to retain
Never been Sane unless it's Super, I never refrain
I'm the Mega Shark aerial when I take down planes
Back once more, leftovers get washed ashore
I got lost in war, don't get rocked my boy
Plotted, allotted, top slotted
Hoping to venture from east to west getting spotted
I nodded to the noble ones and knocked out
I flattened some sober ones who said the were about
That life, that fools say they represent
I monopolize on that intent to a greater extent
So basically if you're whack you get attacked
The white Warren Sapp of rap dropping facts
You thought I didn't exist but appeared like a coelacanth
My soul is cold and branched
You stay foiled up, saying you stay hot
You haven't released anything ill, you fake plots
I scraped blocks, strayed from rocks
Never filled my pockets with knots
But I ate the garlic ones
Left burn marks from the particles that dripped from my tongue
I'm the goblin pack from Troll 2
On the corner of Nilbog I already told you
Peace to the Sharks in the canals In Venice
You weren't supposed to expose that it could lead to a sentence
I'm the cryptid, minus the cult following
The savior of this culture, minus the swaddling
You ducks stay waddling, carry on
I can't put up with these skeletons time to burry em'
As well as more than a few hatchets
I blast on these bastards with exact hits
The megalodon weighing over a 100 tons
You whales are frail, you're extinct and done
A Wolf-Shark that howled at the moon fish
Some kind of creature soon to switch
On to whatever sounds more appealing
Uncle Ricky said No Squealing
Defeat whatever you throw at me, either
It's the sick twisted, linguistic, dipstick
On the miss listed, most mic killer in existence
Orga beams blasting from the shoulder region
Seizing more legions during this season
These heathens are gunna have a hard time breathing
I can smell someone bleeding, It's the crew-neck crook thieving
The lyrics I spew might have you believing
That I'm someone I'm not, in that case I'm leaving
It's hard to explain the stains I enforce on your brain
This is gunna be one of those joints you need to retain
Never been Sane unless it's Super, I never refrain
I'm the Mega Shark aerial when I take down planes
Back once more, leftovers get washed ashore
I got lost in war, don't get rocked my boy
Plotted, allotted, top slotted
Hoping to venture from east to west getting spotted
I nodded to the noble ones and knocked out
I flattened some sober ones who said the were about
That life, that fools say they represent
I monopolize on that intent to a greater extent
So basically if you're whack you get attacked
The white Warren Sapp of rap dropping facts
You thought I didn't exist but appeared like a coelacanth
My soul is cold and branched
You stay foiled up, saying you stay hot
You haven't released anything ill, you fake plots
I scraped blocks, strayed from rocks
Never filled my pockets with knots
But I ate the garlic ones
Left burn marks from the particles that dripped from my tongue
I'm the goblin pack from Troll 2
On the corner of Nilbog I already told you
Peace to the Sharks in the canals In Venice
You weren't supposed to expose that it could lead to a sentence
I'm the cryptid, minus the cult following
The savior of this culture, minus the swaddling
You ducks stay waddling, carry on
I can't put up with these skeletons time to burry em'
As well as more than a few hatchets
I blast on these bastards with exact hits
The megalodon weighing over a 100 tons
You whales are frail, you're extinct and done
A Wolf-Shark that howled at the moon fish
Some kind of creature soon to switch
On to whatever sounds more appealing
Uncle Ricky said No Squealing
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