Everyone’s Favorite Antagonist

Yo, the fuse lit, boutta detonate in five, diffuser quick,

Before my mental snap, grab the biscuit like Guy Fisher slick.

Yo Richard, wicked pissed, click-clack, get ya piece or get hit,

Sixteen blue suits swarm but I'm uncaged, pure lunatic.

Achieve the unthinkable, pre-rap, slugs clapped near the taco spot,

Gun up, run up, one to the dome, convo stop.

Got beef with ya blade-tongue, son of a glock,

Shut down the fakes, overreact? Nah, I'm just hot.

Bully? Pssh. Leatherface with a chef’s kiss plate,

Featherweights get ate, rap cannibal, delicate.

Pistol points press etiquette, proper chess set,

Really just wanna scribe, maybe flip a brick, but nah

Back to the block where OGs scoff, "Boy, you ain't cool,"

One more brick move, Sing Sing bench, hell’s fuel.

Hi-high, wake up, rhymes snake-tie ya fate line,

Nine at my eye, why? Life’s a crooked grind.

Earth exit bye-bye, coke white, meth light, tar black,

Backyard lab, they scream *"Rap God" that’s just my alias trap.

Pain came, traced me, eight Sicilian blades in the back,

Felt like UFO lift, now they play me like a hacky sack.

Toy-box shoved, joy robbed, Mase got a problem, too bad,

Pepper spray ya face, cut ya, devil’s playground, never God’s pad.

Wrong a lot? True. But faith stay knuckle-tough

Flow drum-kit tight, breathe just enough,

bitch, the block’s on lock, what’s the hol’ bitch?

I crack the safe, no breaks, I’m strollin’ slow, bitch.

Ice on the wrist, the blizzard’s back, my soul’s froze, bitch.

Alone again? Nah, the chrome’s my only friend, let’s blow, bitch.

This world’s a grift, every hand’s a knife, so peek the stunt, bitch.

Sucka life’s a bluff, I call they cards, they fold quick.