Jack Kirby

Respect the pen, IshTALKER make GOD Kings repent

When you show out the flow suspect, should've stayed at a Holiday Inn Express

Attempts at dropping bombs got you coughing up lungs like you infected with strep

Might have to pull out the Heimlich, cause every rhyme written perfect

Ya'll amateurs riling up a wild animal by opening a can of worms

Since I'm not a fan of yours, I'll pop open a can of Spinach

Body slam your wholesome village, WrestleMania edition

Slo-mo the bodycam to show how I did it and get the charges acquitted

Since you don't know the math, I know you don't know the science

I'm unnecessary violence, Mortal Kombat... Ya'll still Street Fightin

I'm known to strike like streaks of lightning and bodybag emcees

Then freeze dry'em like... Sub-Zero mixed with M. Bison

My sole purpose is to murder verses and punish virgins... If this is urgent

Hang up now and hit me direct so I can do it in person

Death is certain, when meeting the man behind the curtain don't get nervous

Start squirming, Jack Kirby impervious to the chants of GODS you worship