Quadruple Threat

Rap attacks leave cats asthmatic
D20 lines deal fantastic damage
Fast raps man I has to have it
You gnats get blasted by craptastic rap shit
An enigma shitbruh, momma aint raise no quitta
Shits been slow, but i'm still a heavy hitta
Trash magic deck, go back to the card dealer
Don't use twitter, just chill and watch philza
Hey! Listenin to wutang
Bang!, that's the sound of your face
Spray like a can of mace
Hittin every fascist in my way
Hey! Listenin to wutang
Bang!, that's the sound of your face
Spray like a can of mace
Hittin every fascist in my way

The haderach is back, listen to these kwisatz raps
A demon in jet black releasin venomous attacks
Nothin you say can release you from the schemin
Flows and bars leave emcees non-breathin
And what can I say to all these rap heathens
Who don't desire bars and just want songs bottom feedin
Christian rock leaves these crackers moral preachin
When a perp walks up and leaves yo body bleedin

Haderach attacks, welcome to the lp
Fan girls call me, listen to them scream
Femboy's love me, I wish I could stream
Get hella views on twitch, rap some shit then leave
Rap till I get money, then spread anarchy
Rappers be double parking, desperate bids to be seen
Walk that shit off, i'm a normal human being
Who turns to a sandwalker, then battles till there's peace

You spit double headers, I spit a quad threat
4 Beats on this shit, I ain't done yet
Crooning on your shit, overuse of auto-tune
You do speed rap, that shits been abused
Just cause your edgy, don't mean your good
Just cause you can, don't mean you should
Cracker ass man, whiter than birch wood
Still says the n word, act like your from the hood
I'm a burb ass white kid, at least I admit it
Your music is trash, you should just quit it
Anti-abortion, insultin women
You'll turn golden snitch, shout outs to quidditch
Call yourself oppressed, say free speech
I dunno man, you look pretty free to me
You spit all that bullshit, and yet you seem to be
Rich and successful, is that just me

Haderach attacks, welcome to the lp
The fan girls call me, listen to them scream
The femboy's love me, I wish I could stream
Get a high bitrate on twitch, rap some shit then leave
Rap till I get money, then spread anarchy
Rappers talk double parking, desperate bids to be seen
Walk that shit off, i'm a normal human being
Who turns to a sandwalker, then battles till there's peace

Wu shit, zuu shit, I ain't on my foo shit
I just looked around, you ain't gonna do shit
New shit, kugelblitz, put you on a new ritz
Landin these crits like I went to 2006
Spammin out lines like morse code
These crackers be stickin to old norse codes
Of course I fold you into this mode
Of operation in the nation that seems to be so old

You stunk up the place with your skunk ass face
I ain't gotta wait, just give me a taste
Of the waste of space that is chips from lays
And tastes that traipse over from ocean spray
Scallywags get shag carpets from foreign markets
And do large spits that get rinsed with shit from target
And the hardest hit are the poor lard sticks
That sit at home and refuse to start shit
Humpety dumpty type lugs and slugs
Get mugged for funds by men on the run
And one to one, gun for gun
I think the love has finally dipped out for fun
An eloquent way to come out as gay
Hittin the hay while livin for today
A month has passed without me rappin shit
Its time for me to start to spit

Wu shit, zuu shit, I ain't on my foo shit
I just looked around, you ain't gonna do shit
New shit, kugelblitz, put you on a new ritz
Landin these crits like I went to 2006
Spammin out lines like morse code
These crackers be stickin to old norse codes
Of course I fold you into this mode
Of operation in the nation that seems to be so old
Wu shit, zuu shit, I ain't on my foo shit
I just looked around, you ain't gonna do shit
New shit, kugelblitz, put you on a new ritz
Landin these crits like I went to 2006
Spammin out lines like morse code
These crackers be stickin to old norse codes
Of course I fold you into this mode
Of operation in the nation that seems to be so old

Woke up today, hittin the hay
Nowhere to stay but my room its ok
I can't wait to boot up my pc
Its now time to MC
Can't you see this is me?
I'm a beast with these flows I can't show
Up or show out societies a no go
I froze like capone gettin hit by cyclones of grief and misery
But i'll see through to the end I depend
On my friends but that shits on fringe, and talkin is toxic
The bonds that held us together are gettin, bent under pressure
That lesser feeling, i'm breathing
But won't stop believing, I must rap on tracks
Until my gums start bleeding
Its freeing to know that life is a drone
But flows can uplift, so spit yo shit
Just don't grift i'm onto this
Shots get missed but you'll live
Quadruple threat to the end, rap is bliss