I am the worst of your fears
You were confident until you heard I was near and you nerves interfered
They analyze every single verse that they hear
And eventually attempt to reverse engineer
Now I'm back with a blow torch, incinerate enemies
Painting of a portrait, I illustrate memories
Predator gauntlet initiates weaponry
Targeting copy cats who imitate cleverly
Not natural, created in a lab
Equal to God battling Satan on a track
Be afraid of my attack
Skin conducts electricity similar to Raiden in a match
Soul is gone, it's official I'm remorseless
Firing a heat-seeking missile at your door step
There's no answer to the riddle, I was born dead
With a 3rd eye in the middle of my forehead
Chorus:
We kill, kill, kill, you die, die, die
On the mic it's like youre fighting for your life, life, life
When we write you're getting roasted, burned alive, live, live
With a swipe of the pen we watch you fry, fry, fry
Subcon:
These "pussies" "screwing" up the "scene" we leave with open "gashes"
"Fuck 'em" we'll "expose" these average "bitches" like it's "Only Fans"
And those "posing" on the "cam" and not showing any "passion"
"Acting" getting blasted in the "ass" by the "man" just to cash in
They boast and brag with no flow and it has me going mad
Knowing that I could own them with "punches" without me "throwing hands"
"Opponents" and "foes" show nothing that's even known to "land"
Supposed "hits" just "miss" me dudes seem "slow".. like "growing plants"
The moment that I flow it's like I'm known to "ignite"
And when I get rapping I'm having a "gas" when I'm "striking a match" after soaking the mic
In "fuel" then "light" it on "fire" a writer "molton" like
Turn "foreigners" in rap to "ash" when claiming that they're "Cold as Ice"
"Incendiary" device when I write I'm "heated"
I mean it leaving defeated emcees at my feet to die
On sheets beefing with the weak and bring this "piece" of mine
I "sling" and "shoot" off "rounds" until these clowns look like a pizza pie