Bullet Rap

Bullet through the heart rap
A sharp contrast
From all that
Talk trash
Out the side of your mouth
In a shot glass
Staring at the blonde's ass
While your favorite bombastic
Song blasts
Fall back
At long last arrives a rapper
To challenge your thought patterns
Can't fathom the art captured
Starting a gallery
Like stars in the galaxy
Caught in the gravity
That gathers around dark matter
Your hypotheses are awfully weak
And a lack in the raw data
I belong in a log cabin in Montana
Pondering philosophy
Constantly giving the long answer
To short questions
In a morbid depression
Cause my girlfriend left me
For someone that's more steady
I'm stocking war weapons
Getting my protection ready
For the world's ending
It's no secret the complexity
Of my sentences
Is the source of your envy

Clickety-blaow
Look at me now
Killing it whether you give me a round
Clip in my mouth
Loading the weapon
And spillin' the shells
The bullets are words
And I'm spittin' them out
You're gonna get hit
So you better get down
Clickety-blaow
Look at me now
Killing it whether you give me a round
Clip in my mouth
Loading the weapon
And spillin' the shells
The bullets are words
And I'm spittin' them out
You're gonna get hit
So you better get down
Clickety-blaow
Look at me now
Killing it whether you give me a round
Clip in my mouth
Loading the weapon
And spillin' the shells
The bullets are words
And I'm spittin' them out
You're gonna get hit
So you better get down

Bullet through the heart rap
Cock back
Killing you on contact
Suicidal sonnets
Supersonic storms in the forecast
I won't conform to the format
I'm a morphing ink splatter like a rorschach
I'm a verbal spin master
Who thinks faster
Than tortoises vs rabbits
I'm turning the world backwards
Burning the atlas
And reverse in the earth's axis
I dissect lines
Using a surgical word scalpel
A single verse of mine
Will murder your first, second and third album
It gets on your nerves
Being compared to these birds
When these pigeons are chickens
And scared shitless
And you're a falcon
Swooping in from the mountains
To scalp them
Spit more heat than welders
Melting down your gold records
To sell them
Or maybe turn it into a crown
And make you bow down
If you insult the sultan
You should consult a consultant
And take a look at yourself
Now quit

Clickety-blaow
Look at me now
Killing it whether you give me a round
Clip in my mouth
Loading the weapon
And spillin' the shells
The bullets are words
And I'm spittin' them out
You're gonna get hit
So you better get down
Clickety-blaow
Look at me now
Killing it whether you give me a round
Clip in my mouth
Loading the weapon
And spillin' the shells
The bullets are words
And I'm spittin' them out
You're gonna get hit
So you better get down
Clickety-blaow
Look at me now
Killing it whether you give me a round
Clip in my mouth
Loading the weapon
And spillin' the shells
The bullets are words
And I'm spittin' them out
You're gonna get hit
So you better get down