Funeral

I've been belittling these littering fools,

Bodily fluids filling cities in pools,

My hurtful wordings go berserk, legally killing in schools,

And when I say that, I mean breaking the rules,

 

Awakening these fakers, I be fooling with the stool pigeons,

These rappers crapping stacks, but always lacking with precision,

Now they stuck with stacking dishes, back to wishing with their album at bay,

Cut all this noise and put your album away,

 

I don't lack a display, just my presence makes the essence of my work,

Put in a coma by my heavy aroma,

Cut your sentence like Yoda,

Pop you open like the top of a soda,

And break your teeth like you've been drinking a cola,

 

You can try pulling a pistol, I can best you with the end of my knives,

No swinging fists will get me killing your vibes,

Antagonize me all you want, I'll still be pulling swords and stealing your wives,

Taking knowledege while your ignorance thrives,

 

The biggest moment of my life, yet I treat it like a shotgun wedding,

In agony, and yet I'm not done dreading,

X you out like roman numerals before I meet my maker in the end,

I'm a killer ice-breaker for the dead,