The wickedest, man on fire the new Richard Pryor
The wicked lit, rubber on my ♥♥♥♥
Cause I don't want that Charlie Sheen ♥♥♥♥
Please don't say you're the highest until you met your highness
I just, want the head like ISIS
♥♥♥♥ her so precise her ♥♥♥♥♥ gushing like a geyser
I'm Michael Myers with these grip pliers took off your eyelids
I sit in silence, speak in tongues and burned Bibles
So paletted to all of my rivals you will not vanquish my titles
My semi-automatic, will splatter a ♥♥♥♥♥ like Jackson Pollock
Deranged since birth I was conceived in an insane asylum
I solemnly swear this evening to refrain from the violence
Young and wilding, psilocybin still my stylist
LSD drops in my iris, tire mark, police sirens
No guidance, the belly of the beast is where I reside in
Grimy and vibrant like Busta Rhymes, in the early 90's
Click boom, your head blew like you play for the Giants
Lyrical tyrant the way I be rhyming
I deserve all of the Pulitzer prizes my pistol be hiding I pull it surprise 'em
My voice can be hypnotizing every verse I deliver be vivid and visually striking
Been the highest since I arrived and the climate is rising
It's 'bout to get violent cover your eye
And take this lyrical dosage that Doctor Meechy Dark prescribed ya
I slide inside her I love her tight vagina no E-Z Widers
Back to the cypher I got chronic to light up pass me the lighter