[Intro: Xplicit Sub]

His description as a cynic fits him and his writtens
But the critics never get it
That he spits as quick as munitions on any track that you put him in
And he'll slit an instrumental of you kittens
Nihilism in it if you listen
His decisions are to menace n***as in a sentence
Since they never get it, Imma send it to they house

[Verse 1: Xplicit Sub]

And then I serve it down they throat
I'm causin' racket for the tennis
Reppin' tenements as their genesis
But when G-checked, it isn't definite
Definitely non-homogeneous to this genius with an ennis
Antonymous to pleasant
You a fuckin' peasant
I'm doin' it so effortless so F a list and ya estimates
Of who the best in pens
Cuz Chosen be the best of men
The rest of them can get their deathly wish granted
Fuckin' excrements
X the best
You slightly slanted when you next to him
Fuck addressin' tens
Y'all assed out now, this n***a done left the den
To lyrically undertake you in the quietest quietus glen
But what's the point in stayin' here
If you n***as never realize I'm the n***a slayin' ears
Homie you ain't got the real eyes
You spittin' real lies
Fuck with X, you will die
Like this beat did when I stepped on it
I'm tired of y'all sleepin'
Wake up or I'll slit ya neck while you wet snorin'
I gave y'all a break but shit, I should've kept on it
But now I'm smackin' y'all so hard I stopped ya breath and left ya upper with a cleft on it
Yo, there's only 7 n***as that address me by my pseudonym
Cuz like me, they aren't new to sin
They're my luda kin
That means my brothers
The only ones that I would die for
Excludin' others and my mother, motherfucker
You fucked with the mentor, now n***a you boutta get yours
Cuz I got the goblins with me while they anonymously pick up the next victim
This partly part of the potty mouth who's spittin' like he's stompin' out
Blood is what you coughin' when you start to shout
Been parched too long, it's been a coffin drought
I'm often off the loud while you offer clout
But that's the only time I'll hit a decline
Cuz I don't need a weak line to get some bleak shine or some felines
I'm the type of n***a to get a feature, make the beat mines
This my cleanest rap and I still managed to beat minds
So take a seat mimes
This beyond a return yo this that verbal burn you n***as earned
I guess you n***as never learned
My persistence to erase your existence is unmatched
Perhaps these raps have got you strapped to the edge of ya chair when I share just what I bear in my brain
Maybe soon I'll leave it in the air, there, bare
Where do y'all n***as think y'all goin' with ya flow and low end bars that y'all throwin'
I'm zonin'
Controllin' the game
I'm the god, so omnipotent
Like my stench of success
You get the wrench to ya chest
If you screwin' around
Yeah I do it so cavalier
I'm never havin' a fear
About to be a long night so sit back and grab a beer
Nah fuck the pity, for y'all I'll never have a tear
I'm assassinatin' ya standards for assassination cuz I grabbed the cage and started ragin' with statements of hatred
Yeah I've been makin' contagious abominations that equate ISIS cuz I lyrically can bomb the nation through stations
Talkin' animations but not the type that Nicky be makin'
You either with me or hatin'
Y'all rappin' yes spittin' the same writtens
But I admit it I be whippin' and bakin'
But it's y'all it involves
With these bars you'll dissolve into the atmosphere
Yeah I'm the rapper attackin' queers, I'm the one that most fear
Which n***a deserves a smack in here
Maybe the cabinet because they swear that we below adequate
And when it comes to action, bitch I've had it with the lack of it
Sub came to take over so fuck ya checks and balances
I'll take over with a pack of Bics and crack the Ritz
You couldn't be like me cuz the only thing related to rappin' you got is havin' the lack of it
The shit I kick, you could never get half of it
I'm wackin' kids and they mommas too
Only difference is it's they face but they momma's cooch
Yes I'm a goon comin' in with my sizeable, iron skull, undeniably higher crew
Yo, n***as said I dropped Negligence and was too deep
Bitch I killed that off a new sheet and a YouTube beat
My group too steep
I'll shoot two threes three times and explain how I flow when I leak rhymes
Along when I booth truth speak
Yeah I do it forever
You claiming you better and you get wet up
Yo this is a set up so don't try to get up and claim that you rap
Already told y'all y'all insanely wack
I'm mainly at the crib writin' tracks
That's how I live
Other than that I get to diggin' graves for n***as who kick shade on X, wait
Maybe the reason they talkin' is cuz they can't see with they dark ass tints up in they glasses
Probably why they ain't see it comin' when I whooped they asses
Attractin' the masses with all of the poisonous raps that I'm gassin'
You can just imagine how I be laughin' at ya lackadaisical gaspin'
Yo, look! It's the bastard rascal lyrically stickin' crosses up a pastor's asshole with his paradoxical monstrous flow that he uses to pull all these mountin' hoes till he gets blow and throws her over a mountain WOAH!
Dracula can't amount to the bodies that I Count
Or the blood that's drippin'
That also be the shit that I am sippin'
Sike, I sip that shit that make me so anonymous
The clock is tickin', you about to be the next sodom victim
After I release some Xplicit shit into your daughter's system
I'm a contradiction cuz I had no Vaseline but still hit the bitch and called it Vickin'
I'm on a diet so Imma make a fruit salad and y'all the only ones that I ain't pickin'
I exhibit shit that makes you say "there ain't nothin' like him, except he's like Slim with the way he writes then cites sin"
Yeah I'm the Captain of cappin' n***as who half ass when they rappin'
You better hope Chosen don't catch you lackin'
Cuz homeboy, even Stevie see what I'm sayin'
I even got that man Satan downstairs prayin' I don't ever go off like this again
Shit I busted six pens writin' this shit
But I had an extra in my pocket, so I guess I shoot right from the hip
If you in my sight, then it's RIP for you and any n***a you might've came with
Y'all really fucked up sayin' I ain't the hottest in the O though
So to Hell with ya bro code
I'll slo-mo pipe ya hoe in all her holes yo
No remorse when it comes to the pain I'm bringin'
Yo, I'm insane in the membrane and things tend to get strange
When I get to sprayin' this ink ammunition that leaves you pussies shittin'
You chickens get no admittance up in my lyrical kitchen
I've been told y'all I hit you in ya spiritual
It's like a spear or two
But y'all ain't give that a listen, nah y'all ain't hear it, cool
But I'll let y'all sleep, cuz when you realize who's the kings of the sheets, I don't wanna hear a peep
But don't nap for too long, cuz when I rap I'm too strong
I ate my Wheaties
Yeah I did this beat so easy
Shit, I might've did it freely
So fuck ya EPs and ya CDs
None of y'all n***as could ever be me
I delete the competition and the opposition
Shit as I'm around, no opp is winnin'
Cuz I can just write my title and burn my whole fuckin' composition
So again, stop the bitchin'
Yo I'm stitchin' these snitches
Yeah, I'm Notorious for handing L's with my Puns
I'm the Biggest kid spittin'
My flow outdoes witches and satanists
So if you would listen, I wouldn't have to waste my time sayin' it
But I've waited for this moment to show it that I'm the only flowin' hard enough to get bodies from still to rollin'
Yeah I got Pac turnin' in his grave
Cuz I'm brave enough to not give a fuck about ya SoundCloud luck cuz ya SoundCloud sucks
And I might sound rough when I got the mic tonight and I might write stuff that bites white guts
Nah fuck that, you bitches can wipe my nuts and you n***as can be left in fright like what
I heard you wanna battle but you might wanna forfeit cuz on Nostalgia I said I would rattle the saddle of any guy steppin' up to the demigod
And that still holds true
A week long break don't mean shit, it just means clips get longer as I charge up enough ink to become that rap monster all of you should fear, because I can rip ya ears through a song or an a capella
I'd rather stay independent so fuck Rockafella
And Cash Money, unless it's that Doctor fella or Shady himself
But I guess y'all got the memo that killin' y'all is in my MO so of this mic I'm about to let go, motherfucker
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I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear ANY rap beef coming my way. Cuz I'll do you 10 minutes. Goes for every rap group in Orlando