I got a forty and a shorty and a pistol like a cannon. You know I stay strapped when I'm carrying my magnum. I aint talking bout a handgun, no I'm talking about shagging. I'm swagging like a motherfucker when it comes to action. Gaining traction on the beats, I'm attractive in the sheets. When you see me in the streets I'm Elite the way I Hangman. I'm the Omega got the Bucks I'm making paper. Stacking green like grocers, I'm the dose to take you to the Undertaker. I see the Ho-gunning for a top spot. Getting deep heat while I'm chilling icy hot. Tell me who are you, 'cause I'll tell you what you're not. You're just a jobber who can slobber on my red hot lyrics. Pissing on you like you're into golden showers. I'm groovy, swagadellic baby, got those Austin powers. Stone Cold killer the guerrilla in your midst. Get it on like donkey Kong I'm throwing barrels round and shit. Flinging faeces at the wall just to see what's gonna stick. Redecorate in fifty shades of you can suck a limp Bizkit member off for Cash, no Johnny. You and what army gonna Hurt by blood tsunami? Keep it spicy, pepperami, I am smarmy, I'm a prick. So sadistic when I spit that I corrupt like politics, or leaving disks on top of magnets, or that one guy with your chick who tells her she could do much better and he thinks it should be him. Shit. You know the type (font) keeps me burning bright. Versatile, I switch it out, I'm fertile in the shit I write. I'm turning styles to Kryptonite. I'm crypto to your dollar sign. I'm Mr White, you're Jane and Jesse's sleeping by your side and you are choking on your vomit as I watch it happen with delight. Some problems seem to solve themselves, and those that don't I do to spite you. Think I don't like you? Better think again. It's nothing personal I'm enemies with many men of course. Drugs for my equine, I'm on my high horse. I'm woke AF, JCVD I'm into blood sports. Mess you Warner merger, Tesco burger with the hidden additives. Piping Red Hot, undercooked and have you screaming that They Live. I am the Warrior, here to Slaughter all of ya. Drown you in a wishing well, I wish you knew the horrors that I spared you from in waters full of quarters. Know that your descent was a mercy killing, an attempt to circumvent the voices crawling round my head and telling me I must torment again. Relive events I thought I dreamed, the word contempt carved into flesh. Swear I'm not a monster though I fit the definition. And if I'm not the best I'll cull my closest competition down. How'd you like me now? Untouchable and uncontained, I'm off the charts, I'm off the chain, I'm dipping in then out again. Barely sane, can't take my Pillman. All my skills come from an illness messing with my brain. I'm Kane on a rampage, I'm a genius. And the big deal is I only give it ten percent. Setting a dead precedent. I promise make it great again. No MAGA when my swagga sizzles. My last will and testament will say bury me in a sanbox 'cause I am the excrement. I am the shizzle, the shiznit, the goat. No bullshit, I shovel raw coal down your throat. Add pressure then turn up the heat and I stoke. That's why you're finding diamonds analysing everything I've wrote. There's no hope containing my campaign of havoc and destruction. Always All In, always falling, always never give a. For goodness sake I am sleeping so bad I can barely function, but still cruising autopilot, rapid firing until I'm done. Which is never. Think you're smart? I'm cleverer. Good to go whenever so don't act like you have never heard of me. You are not Hellen Keller locked in Josef Fritzl's cellar. You have eyes and ears, witness me unleashing hell on earth. Putting Wordsworth to shame with these schemes. The way I work words is a fever dream, I stay obscene. Obsequious obsessive, all attention ought to be focused on me. I mean it, when I'm on caffeine I tend to go to the extreme. Maybe one day I'll get it out my system. Exorcise my demons look down and survey my kingdom. Instil all my wisdom and stop looking for a victim. Until then I'm staying twisted double fisting when I'm drinking. Which is worryingly regular. Destroy and then reset the bar. Not a singer, not a rapper, I can barely play guitar. And yet I hold my own, if there's a throne I think I ought to own it. Bow before the king and kiss the ring I am an arsehole.