King of the Scene
Man fuck it with these fuckin' motherfucking ass
Rappers always constantly chasin' the bag man
All I need is a place to vent man
Long as I can have that, I'm happy
So fuck the money and the fame
Ain't in it for the monetary gain
But I ain't playin' games either
And I mean I'm the rap game reaper
Finish it off, killin' the bosses
Complete it and beat every fuckin' MC with the speed
I be feedin' the demon, armed to the teeth
And believe that I'm leavin' non-believers
Dismembered like their limbs were the leaves
Of a tree in December, choppin up bars
As if they fall in a blender
Karma's my bitch and I bend her over the bar
I just bent and if you aren't offended
I'm bettin' you're either hardhearin'
Deaf or a member of politics too busy
Arguin' to pay attention to the
Bars that I penned
I'm gone, so far ahead of the pentagon
By the time they put my head on their
Wanted list I'll be out of the solar system
Overdose of confidence ever since I
Noticed I'm gettin' away with all the naughty shit
I always spit, runnin' over bitches with the lawn mower
Shit's finna get bloody like a tampon in this
When I lose it
I'm bringin' the pain, killin' the game
And I ain't even loosen my screws yet
Just friggin' insane, missin' my brain
Ain't no confusion
Never did it for fame, rather shit up a stain
Only one conclusion
I'm a menacing man, but I'm the king of the scene
'bout to leave the summit utterly stunned
Thinkin' they runnin' the funds, ignorant of the
Comet above, plottin' to park it on top the mountain you're on
Ain't gotta be an astronomer to recognize that I'm on the hunt
I'll shatter the planet
Meltin' the mic with volcanic magma
When rappin' this savage
Turnin' tracks into ashes
So cancel your plans bitch
I'll make your family vanish like a rabbit in a magical hat, shit
Rappin' made me rabid so now I carry the pen like a magical
Hatchet, spreadin' panic faster than pathogens in pandemics
And every rapper bodied is collateral damage
Gettin' dumped in the basement
Underrated like Vin Jay, the sensei of the pen game
I send flames into your damn brain if you dare to
Offend or come at me, I sever your heads with a rap phrase
Bitch
When I lose it
I'm bringin' the pain, killin' the game
And I ain't even loosen my screws yet
Just friggin' insane, missin' my brain
Ain't no confusion
Never did it for fame, rather shit up a stain
Only one conclusion
I'm a menacing man, but I'm the king of the scene
Sharpenin' the katana
Claim you can step, mate
Why you walkin' about like a toddler
When I'm done you'll be wantin' yo momma
To wash up yo bottom
Forcin' the comp into soilin' their boxers is
Like a walk in the park to my demonic persona
Diabolical rhymer, slaughterin' oppo-
Sition with precision, visions of methodically
Druggin' my competition with a cocktail
Consistin' of acetylsalicylic acid mixed with a
Healthy partition of fentanyl I'm
Performin' excisions of kidneys and livers
Under unwillin' victims' supervision
Without askin' permission, criminally vicious
A supervillain when spillin' lyrical fluids
Ink isn't blood is it?
Unless you're superstitious I'm innocent in this and I'll
Never show any penitence, only sentencin' I'll be
Involved in is when I'm pennin' sin, best be rememberin'
This is fiction I can say what I want as long as
There's no actual evidence
Mat' o fact
Call me a fallen angel because my talent is heaven sent
Demigod lacking sentiment, never hesitant
Dexterin' anybody steppin' in to fence me in
I commend your efforts but unfortunately
It ain't helpin' to prevent anything, already said it man
What the fuck man
When I lose it
I'm bringin' the pain, killin' the game
And I ain't even loosen my screws yet
Just friggin' insane, missin' my brain
Ain't no confusion
Never did it for fame, rather shit up a stain
Only one conclusion
I'm a menacin' man, but I'm the king of the scene
Hahahahahahahaha
Bitch
Rappers always constantly chasin' the bag man
All I need is a place to vent man
Long as I can have that, I'm happy
So fuck the money and the fame
Ain't in it for the monetary gain
But I ain't playin' games either
And I mean I'm the rap game reaper
Finish it off, killin' the bosses
Complete it and beat every fuckin' MC with the speed
I be feedin' the demon, armed to the teeth
And believe that I'm leavin' non-believers
Dismembered like their limbs were the leaves
Of a tree in December, choppin up bars
As if they fall in a blender
Karma's my bitch and I bend her over the bar
I just bent and if you aren't offended
I'm bettin' you're either hardhearin'
Deaf or a member of politics too busy
Arguin' to pay attention to the
Bars that I penned
I'm gone, so far ahead of the pentagon
By the time they put my head on their
Wanted list I'll be out of the solar system
Overdose of confidence ever since I
Noticed I'm gettin' away with all the naughty shit
I always spit, runnin' over bitches with the lawn mower
Shit's finna get bloody like a tampon in this
When I lose it
I'm bringin' the pain, killin' the game
And I ain't even loosen my screws yet
Just friggin' insane, missin' my brain
Ain't no confusion
Never did it for fame, rather shit up a stain
Only one conclusion
I'm a menacing man, but I'm the king of the scene
'bout to leave the summit utterly stunned
Thinkin' they runnin' the funds, ignorant of the
Comet above, plottin' to park it on top the mountain you're on
Ain't gotta be an astronomer to recognize that I'm on the hunt
I'll shatter the planet
Meltin' the mic with volcanic magma
When rappin' this savage
Turnin' tracks into ashes
So cancel your plans bitch
I'll make your family vanish like a rabbit in a magical hat, shit
Rappin' made me rabid so now I carry the pen like a magical
Hatchet, spreadin' panic faster than pathogens in pandemics
And every rapper bodied is collateral damage
Gettin' dumped in the basement
Underrated like Vin Jay, the sensei of the pen game
I send flames into your damn brain if you dare to
Offend or come at me, I sever your heads with a rap phrase
Bitch
When I lose it
I'm bringin' the pain, killin' the game
And I ain't even loosen my screws yet
Just friggin' insane, missin' my brain
Ain't no confusion
Never did it for fame, rather shit up a stain
Only one conclusion
I'm a menacing man, but I'm the king of the scene
Sharpenin' the katana
Claim you can step, mate
Why you walkin' about like a toddler
When I'm done you'll be wantin' yo momma
To wash up yo bottom
Forcin' the comp into soilin' their boxers is
Like a walk in the park to my demonic persona
Diabolical rhymer, slaughterin' oppo-
Sition with precision, visions of methodically
Druggin' my competition with a cocktail
Consistin' of acetylsalicylic acid mixed with a
Healthy partition of fentanyl I'm
Performin' excisions of kidneys and livers
Under unwillin' victims' supervision
Without askin' permission, criminally vicious
A supervillain when spillin' lyrical fluids
Ink isn't blood is it?
Unless you're superstitious I'm innocent in this and I'll
Never show any penitence, only sentencin' I'll be
Involved in is when I'm pennin' sin, best be rememberin'
This is fiction I can say what I want as long as
There's no actual evidence
Mat' o fact
Call me a fallen angel because my talent is heaven sent
Demigod lacking sentiment, never hesitant
Dexterin' anybody steppin' in to fence me in
I commend your efforts but unfortunately
It ain't helpin' to prevent anything, already said it man
What the fuck man
When I lose it
I'm bringin' the pain, killin' the game
And I ain't even loosen my screws yet
Just friggin' insane, missin' my brain
Ain't no confusion
Never did it for fame, rather shit up a stain
Only one conclusion
I'm a menacin' man, but I'm the king of the scene
Hahahahahahahaha
Bitch
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