Meat Splat

Heres a fun fact, bout whack ass ways you act and be

Yooz a hunchback, a lame dat lack notoriety

stank attacks raps, like crackin legs at a crab shack

With My rucksack of rhymes, you find me where the beats slap

i Make yo minds meat splat, but leave no holes in ya hat

I shoot micron bombs, that seek where yo feet stand

so Even concrete plans, crumble into quicksand

when i spin it like a twister, never know where ill land

Than quickly expand, like that foam in yo ceiling

Im highly appealing, you awake not dreaming

makin piles of rottin refuse, leavin styles steaming

You wiffin the wrong fumes, deludin real meaning

You spew plumes of gloom, so quit the mouth breathing

grease makes me sheen, not plastic packaging

Bombastic hyperspastic, my thoughts are stuck in traffic

while you rattlin off lies, like yo words aint elastic

always lolly gaggin, tween work and druggy baggin

Bustin o's to pills, makin jaws start waggin

Not humble braggin, i'm dipshit as it get

Absolutely not slick, just dumb luck no wit

and i know it, my synapses are overloaded

like this areas off limits, since the funhouse exploded

The peaks aint the same, since the stones all eroded

Derailed the sane train, than midair lassoed it

never knowin if my brain is drained or bloated

Divided to shares, lobotomized to blank stares

Made to many connections, that lead me nowhere

The chemical cost incurred, was unfortunately fair

i turned square to sure it up, so call me the blockhead

now Styles so engrained, i just grind it to make bread

While yo styles been misled, cant take criticism

Usin crack rocks as bait in yo style of fishin