Ink Master

Green lantern with the pink panther
Ween have to mix it up, give a fuck if you're really fucked
That is tough
The mean pastor talking out of his ass
Imma spleen grabba

The fuck I look like tryna piss you niggas off
I'm making myself mad and you just happen to be the cause

I specialize at spittin lyrics at abnormal speeds that'll make you bleed and lift your spirit
You niggas the key

It's the product of prodigal
Playing a game of survival
I'm laying the obstacles
I make the impossible possible

Not a soul can compare to the sovereignty I bare
Keep the rifle by the chair so you know that I'm prepared
Send you niggas to the other side of the river when I hit you with the mirror
The opposite of you is the opposite of me
Know you won't rock with me but still would copy me like a talking parakeet every word is repeating
My lyrics exceeding the first expectations
Correlations are vacant
You niggas be faking
Can't trust what I think or I hear

Make a recipe from Mickey D
You feel the sinister energy within me
The venom I'm spitting has no remedy
I'm clinically insane lyrically I'm the illest me
My tendencies shred the sickest beats into silly string
You won't make the trilogy

Don't get it twisted
Ain't here to be offensive
I make all you bitches when writing credentials
Mini mes are just my midgets
If she wanna fidget, come hop on my pencil
I won't keep the digits inside of my mental
The pen is so lethal, it's killing my mental

Wait
Hold on the mayonnaise
Reconnaissance making way
Information is creating a renegade
Been afraid
Caught bout ten bodies within a day
Fish filay ate with salami, I penetrate

Ah
I won't celebrate when I take you for the ride
I'll just emulate, exaggerate your joy when I play the beat like a 808

Come on
Sicker than me
No

Realer than he
Bro

The skrilla that breathes
Oh

The Commando with peace ain't a joke but I laugh at you hoes
When I split like the five and the ten when I bowl

The win is my goal
And the one at the three is the four
Better run when I countdown from five
.380 the size of the pole
Double lariat
You can go high, I go low

This shit is so intricate
Ain't talking regular show
You will never know

The lines leave your insides expose
The syllables flushed from the head to the toes
The ink is a drug and I'm friending for mo
I'm not talking b rabbit, you know there's no choke
I'm talking slim shady
All the bars, they just flow

Let the beat ride as the words crescendo
When I'm this high, ain't no tellin where I might go
It's the east side where the trees play limbo
As the heat fye, the bullets go where the wind blows

I'm just

In a

Different

Field

From a

Place where

It is kill or be killed

But I'm

Talking

Bout the ink when it's spilled

The miracle mess, I'm just lyrically blessed
I write at my worst but I'm seen as the best

Ink master
I write with no rest
Got no person to talk to when dealing with stress
My feelings detest to the air in my chest

My heart is the pen
God forgive all my sins
I write with a vengeance that cannot be cleansed
The tyrant of scriptures that will never end

Hold on, say that again
The tyrant of scriptures that will never end
The page to the rhyme scheme has only began