Destroy All Humans
Man I'm a menace, man on a mission
The new apprentice, damn competition
My shit always hitting, record in the kitchen
If you bored, listen, see what you been missing
Every rendition dirty like Diana just sitting
Sound like fan fiction, my god damn addiction
Out on the corner, Pheeny a born performer
Still feeling like a foreigner, like why I can't join ya
I got this potential, I flow on any instrumental
I go on and on, like when Avengers assemble
These beats are my temple, I worship elite goats
Studied fundamentals, used my blood to take notes
You morose motherfuckers and quotes
I'm sowing these oats till I'm hoarse in the throat
And I'll never stop rapping, that's not gonna happen
I ain't gonna stop until everyone's clapping
And no I'm not capping, tapping into my inner emcee
Murder he wrote, but I'm the FLOAT so they can't murder me
First a toke, then a smoke, then I murder this beat
No joke, I never choke, the passion never depletes
Get me closer, Sid to a toy mini soldier
Shifting poachers to unwitting double-kidney donors
Brimming over with spoons in case of any gophers
I kick it off like a pair of penny loafers
Skin a poser primadonna's petty drama
Bombing with the competent calm of a benni hana chef
Strong enough to stand twice as much, Jean Polnareff
All the rest without an unbroken bone in their bodies left
Clobber the best in displays of pugilism
Hands close to the vest, and that ain't a euphemism
Gimme similes, switched flows, more idioms
Came to raise stakes like cryptosporidium
Did while dispensing gentlemen and women of earth
A precipitate urge to riddle 'em, Ritalin-word-spit-up'll
Whittle his nerve endings to mush till he's raw skin
That's been stripped from its sprawled ligaments
With any and all instruments
His dwindling mental is shawled insolence
It's chilling nonsense, you can pity his bald ignorance
Tightly pursed-lipped dude who might merc a
Rap addict: every verse a vice and vice versa
The new apprentice, damn competition
My shit always hitting, record in the kitchen
If you bored, listen, see what you been missing
Every rendition dirty like Diana just sitting
Sound like fan fiction, my god damn addiction
Out on the corner, Pheeny a born performer
Still feeling like a foreigner, like why I can't join ya
I got this potential, I flow on any instrumental
I go on and on, like when Avengers assemble
These beats are my temple, I worship elite goats
Studied fundamentals, used my blood to take notes
You morose motherfuckers and quotes
I'm sowing these oats till I'm hoarse in the throat
And I'll never stop rapping, that's not gonna happen
I ain't gonna stop until everyone's clapping
And no I'm not capping, tapping into my inner emcee
Murder he wrote, but I'm the FLOAT so they can't murder me
First a toke, then a smoke, then I murder this beat
No joke, I never choke, the passion never depletes
Get me closer, Sid to a toy mini soldier
Shifting poachers to unwitting double-kidney donors
Brimming over with spoons in case of any gophers
I kick it off like a pair of penny loafers
Skin a poser primadonna's petty drama
Bombing with the competent calm of a benni hana chef
Strong enough to stand twice as much, Jean Polnareff
All the rest without an unbroken bone in their bodies left
Clobber the best in displays of pugilism
Hands close to the vest, and that ain't a euphemism
Gimme similes, switched flows, more idioms
Came to raise stakes like cryptosporidium
Did while dispensing gentlemen and women of earth
A precipitate urge to riddle 'em, Ritalin-word-spit-up'll
Whittle his nerve endings to mush till he's raw skin
That's been stripped from its sprawled ligaments
With any and all instruments
His dwindling mental is shawled insolence
It's chilling nonsense, you can pity his bald ignorance
Tightly pursed-lipped dude who might merc a
Rap addict: every verse a vice and vice versa
Credits
Writer(s): Zyan Ward
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