Control Response (I Just Had To(...

First things first, I gotta pray,

Pray for all you niggas whose souls I'm about to condemn today,

Betray me a slave, hang yourself from the gonads, we talk about it for days,

I'm a Messiah, complex? I know,

I drop a ton of bars and have giants imprisoned,

See my vision, 'bout as perfect as 20 nubile young ladies with 20 untapped cunnies,

When I go batshit, the gods get to laughing like I'm some kind of funny,

Well, Zeusy, Mr. High and Mighty, these 9 clouds seem to be ousting you,

And I'd hate to get with Hades, but these lightweights is all you're ever beating,

You're meat, and before you meet a carnivore, you're going need to grow your some teeth,

Motherfucker better have his rap gold card ready before he rolls with the elite,

Kinda sweet how I lollygag before I break-jaws,

'Four I break walls,

You're calling yourself an OG?

Oh gee, Mister, I'm sorry,

Musta confused you for your sister,

I'm Mr. Fuck Up The Party,

Fuck up the game like internet's that laggy,

Raggy hair, Scooby dives compare me to Shaggy,

No it wasn't, me, but I'm shamelessly randy,

I don't have the time to bandy,

Words with a wordsmith of decadent ranking,

Lyrical spanking, degenerate rhyming I'm never demanding,

'Bout as forgiving as Daddy,

Hold a grudge like a Scrooge holds a fucking golden cup,

You're gonna need to put your sister in a cowgirl, before I start fucking up,

The gang sign of a legend's what I'm chucking up,

Upgrade to your words, like a lyrical Omnitrix,

You in this game is the wrong place, like adults and Trix.

My rhymes about as needed as 5 meth junkies who're sharing the same fix,

I'm a rolling stone and I'll be damned if I turn 40 before I get in a few licks,

If you wanna speak metaphor, my three steps precede ya,

I'm the wellspring of life, I'm la aqua de vita,

When I landed here, I already destroyed Amir,

Otherwise, I'd have asked to be taken to your leader.

 

I'm a leaderless fuck,

A Roman ronin in the muck,

Polished I gleam like diamond buffs,

I don't think that you've had enough,

I live in the rough,

You get toughened up,

Mean streets and sesame seeds is lifeline enough,

Move heavy, guess you could say that's the kind of shit I'm in truck,

With a bomb dropped every I time I spit, Japan's a spitoon,

You tune in this loon, you pay for a croon,

You love autotune, it pains to a T,

It's madness to me, Sparta can see,

Athens can breathe, Poseidon's on leave,

I'm the measuring tape, and the sieve,

I filter all the bullshit music they pass to me,

Personification of greatness, how could you hate this?

Who can we blame for creating this nameless, monster of the words,

Like Cthulhu made out of periods,

I finish bitches like sentences, with a period.

I don't need to talk about getting bitches or power,

I rap realer shit than the last Gucci album,

Main thing is that I rule the consortium,

Space-time continuum, and I whip into sick nausea,

If your lyrics had arms, they still wouldn't applause ya,

If your mother knew about me, she'd have had the mercy to abort ya,

The name's Rapsack, and my legend is young,

Black as fuck with lines sipping toner,

But still putting other rappers in comas.

 

Alright, this is finally it, the final thrust,

The time I break open all of the wounds collecting crust,

I'm sick up to bust, I'm busting a nut,

Lyrically in the game's butt,

Tell Dahm that his fucking reference's a bust,

MyloZyloto got some issues that need some printing,

And everyone else is of no gumption, submission pissing,

It's Rapsack, and I don't really care who I'm dissing,

I've just decided to show you all what's missing.

 

----Alright, I'm done. SORRY TO ALL THOSE MENTIONED!--- ------Not really-----