Balls

There's a peace and serenity as to piece up an enemy into ribbons

Got 'em leading the pedigree, I'm beating him senselessly like a sibling

I'll heat up the entropy of his beak with my elbow grease, to exhibit—

I don't bleed like the rest of these, exterior's a metal shield that I'm ribbed in

Which is meaning that everything ya deemin' against me starts dribblin',

Meltin' off steamin' 'n embering, my temperament's that of a beast or gibbon

'Cause I'll swing on you heavily, and what I mean is my hefty set of inhibins