Phenomena
It's the philosophical, prodigal
Ultrasonic, unstoppable
Spaz on the mic like a psychedelic phenomena
Born to do the theoretically improbable
In a intra-dimensional hospital
I grew up atomical
The voice of angel
Like my snow raw like Abominable
My technique methodical
Otherwordly like Chronicle
Verbally blast the comical
Put slugs in your abdominal
One second
Your girl slobbing on my knob like it's a Popsicle
The oscillations are audible
Busting down her throat is rhapsodical
It's plausible
She's so good it's astronomical
I'm chosen by the gods
The Milky Way's own galactic apostle
Harbinger of the apocalyptic gospel
Zero One's messenger
Giving sermons in a brothel
Spray my nozzle down some tonsils
I'm unlawful
And maybe a bit irresponsible
Erratic but my flow is modular
Each and every syllable a monomer
I'm on the rise like hot thermometers
Did laps around you pussies
Don't believe, check the odometer
I have unmatchable speed
Talking light-years, not kilometers
I'm a fucking terror
There is no one better
Ooo, baby, I'm a star
Yes, I was born to be this stellar
Don't make an error
Fuck around like a propeller
You'll end up beneath the dirt
Feeling somewhat under the weather
You have a crazed look in your eyes
Drag you out back like Old Yeller
Pump you full with the Beretta
Dump you in the cellar
Now I got red stains on the couch leather
Clean it up quick
Your girl headed over to suck my dick
My lips zipped
I'll finish before she can smell ya
"That boy Big Mike so clever
Down for whatever, whenever"
I'm into double headers
Hitting homers like Miguel Cabrera
Stacking 'em together
I'm the undisputed king at Checkers
Creeping room to room like Freddie
Wearing a blood covered sweater
I got the game on lock like a jailer
Foul mouth like a sailor
I'm chasing paper till my pockets fat like Rockefeller
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Point a pistol at the bank teller
The reincarnation of Vlad the Impaler
Don't matter where you run or hide
We lurking everywhere
You can go far or wide
But no matter where you end up, beware
You feel that?
It's something different in the air
The Backwoods coming for you soon
You better be saying your fucking prayers
Them dude's wild
No mercy
Lately been on a tear
Now would be the perfect time to get spiritually prepared
About to meet them boys that don't revel in any games
To tell you the truth, I dare you to test us
And find out if we playing
Ultrasonic, unstoppable
Spaz on the mic like a psychedelic phenomena
Born to do the theoretically improbable
In a intra-dimensional hospital
I grew up atomical
The voice of angel
Like my snow raw like Abominable
My technique methodical
Otherwordly like Chronicle
Verbally blast the comical
Put slugs in your abdominal
One second
Your girl slobbing on my knob like it's a Popsicle
The oscillations are audible
Busting down her throat is rhapsodical
It's plausible
She's so good it's astronomical
I'm chosen by the gods
The Milky Way's own galactic apostle
Harbinger of the apocalyptic gospel
Zero One's messenger
Giving sermons in a brothel
Spray my nozzle down some tonsils
I'm unlawful
And maybe a bit irresponsible
Erratic but my flow is modular
Each and every syllable a monomer
I'm on the rise like hot thermometers
Did laps around you pussies
Don't believe, check the odometer
I have unmatchable speed
Talking light-years, not kilometers
I'm a fucking terror
There is no one better
Ooo, baby, I'm a star
Yes, I was born to be this stellar
Don't make an error
Fuck around like a propeller
You'll end up beneath the dirt
Feeling somewhat under the weather
You have a crazed look in your eyes
Drag you out back like Old Yeller
Pump you full with the Beretta
Dump you in the cellar
Now I got red stains on the couch leather
Clean it up quick
Your girl headed over to suck my dick
My lips zipped
I'll finish before she can smell ya
"That boy Big Mike so clever
Down for whatever, whenever"
I'm into double headers
Hitting homers like Miguel Cabrera
Stacking 'em together
I'm the undisputed king at Checkers
Creeping room to room like Freddie
Wearing a blood covered sweater
I got the game on lock like a jailer
Foul mouth like a sailor
I'm chasing paper till my pockets fat like Rockefeller
Gimme the loot
Gimme the loot
Point a pistol at the bank teller
The reincarnation of Vlad the Impaler
Don't matter where you run or hide
We lurking everywhere
You can go far or wide
But no matter where you end up, beware
You feel that?
It's something different in the air
The Backwoods coming for you soon
You better be saying your fucking prayers
Them dude's wild
No mercy
Lately been on a tear
Now would be the perfect time to get spiritually prepared
About to meet them boys that don't revel in any games
To tell you the truth, I dare you to test us
And find out if we playing
Credits
Writer(s): Ken Currin
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