Lyrical Assault

If I was a chopper, then I'd be a black hawk.

You playing with fire; I just lit a matchbox.

Blew up a gas chamber, with a round in the chamber

So get out of my face.

You're about to just make me commit lyrical assault.

I'm gonna slam your face into the blacktop.

When I'm done with that, I'ma throw you like a ragdoll.

I found the key to this shit, 'bout to switch to a padlock.

And she just on my wood like some Bradshaw.

What? Is it a door made of wood? I got a hacksaw.

When I go WOO! with the rest of them outlaws.

My wrist is so icy that they're calling me Jack Frost.

I never heard about tax law.

I'm about to crack jaws until somebody's leg snaps off.

Off the bat, this hit you like a fast ball.

Pick up 2 guns he just dropped and exit through the back door.

And somehow end up in my backyard.

Das auf. Look at Jack Vaughn in a black thong.

I might just add sauce to this packed hall so get back, y'all.

I wrote this record from scratch like a catclaw.

Don't you make me get my attack dog.

Typing on my laptop.

I geuss this is my backfall.

Red flags like a standoff.

Or maybe a dance-off.

This is the new holocaust. Call me Adolf.

Yeah, Nah. I'd rather sort this in my catalog.

Maybe we should go back or perhaps amid this long track haul

was the reason you got back shot.

A one way ticket to torture and you just won the jackpot.

AK47 came with a black dot.

Jack got ripped a new one. I almost thought he got one tap popped.

Right there with Jamal and then Vaclav.

No wonder I made something good out of a bad spot.

This isn't rap. It's a form of abstract art.

Get attacked in your snack bar.

Caspar is axon and I got a Makarov half-cocked.

I'm feeling so damn hot I might just blow up in the black market.

If you're stocked where the Macs are, then you best have a strap on.

Not only that but when you say you're my nemesis, you're not.

As a matter of fact you're the exact opposite.

I might just squash you just like a sasquatch.

That one little glance caught me off guard.

Well, that's just what Zack thought.

Pat Scott on the back when they take me back to the half mark.

When I show up at court, I ain't telling you jack squat.

I take lawnmowers to grass plots. Do you know how much that costs?

I ain't nothing but a chatbox. oh, really now? I can be an asshole.

You're here in the traps caught.

All I ever get is hate mail by all of you spambots.

I don't even slack off.

For you to say it's a jazz song.

When you kick the asphalt,

your face is bloody in the gravel.

3 2 1 Blastoff.

You came here talking smack. Boy, you better back off.

You can say nothing about trash talk

if that's what you just are

and sneak diss me when your uh bars are subpar about as a rusted car.

On the other hand, you jackoff and

suck about as much on me as a mouth

when it blabs all the way to outer space. I'm a wackjob.

Psychopath! now this

shit got me laughing my ass off!

You'd be the type of guy to run around like a chicken with its head cut off

like a mascot

Cause we was there stomping your ass in the grass then the asphalt

You cannot even call yourself a rap god. Cannot even rhyme

Thats it. I'm drawing the line. You just drew the last straw.

Walk on thin ice. You're all out of time.

I got a couple of girls calling me nice

but what does it matter if I'm tossing them knives?

like what happens when someone like you gets stabbed and murdered.

He falters and tries to summon his demon-spawn in disguise

I saw with my eyes. Call in an air strike. Send afterburners.

Now, your turns up. You neutron like Timmy Turner.

I'ma put your body next to Abby Berner to show you when it comes to rap

that I'm a faster learner.

Now have you learned your lesson about dissing me blindly?

I'm sick in the mind.

Give me some knives

so they can get tossed into your eye

It is no good beating someone to a bloody pulp just to question

if it will die. Hey kids, dying is stupid. Don't do it.