Shut up

Shut up, cuz I can't grasp ideals like an intolerant cop

Or, like a damn alpinist, my importunate thoughts go over the top

So when I pullover, don't think it's incidental when I wreck you

Wanna versus me? It's inchoate unless my pad thinks into it cuz it needs the ink, oh wait!

Like a German sausage, guess I've got a knack for the worst(Wurst)

But still I'm flabbergasted at the flab of your girth

Like a renege, guess I've got a way(away) with the words

I'm watering you hoes(hose) down since you're a drag through the dirt

So get a move on or stay rooted to the spot

Like a feisty radical(radicle), while I'm en route to the top

Instead of provin' I'm hot, I'd rather prove that I'm not

You're the human torch, going to blazes like the hothead you are

Unless you wanna be scapegoated with all the goats I ossify

The air will be like the streets, too hot to hold your life

But the remaining embers of these verses left incensed it

Like Pinocchio's nose, my ken knows(nose) no bounds so prepare to be left insensate

Call me the blender, cuz there's no one greater(grater) than the lines that I shred

Or the verses I create, a mind-boggling threat

You sniveling queers, I've seen better heads on nickel beers

Blunt as a pinch bar, other words you got some price(pries) on thy head [ha!]