Whack Industry

I'm back up on this motherfuckin' track

Half the shit stuck in the industry is whack

Rappers lack tact, and that's a fact, so I stack

Words when I come n' attack, my mouth's a cracked semi-automatic

Actin half' erratic to break the static with my idiosyncratic

Tactics of spewing out words, mewling out but thirds, of what my mind unnerves

Halfway sadistic binds in my nerves, masochistic rhymes that unwind as my dirge

Because I'm always on the urge/->^ of insanity, a titanic manic spree of calamity

This is my life, I juggle thirty knives, then struggle as I writhe

 

 

See, I'm not like these other rappers, they're just mouth flappers claimin' they're snappers

Stackin' words on track, absurd nerds gone whack, thinkin' they pack any bit of flack

Till I show 'em tact and how I stack it, did I not tell you my mouth's a semi-automatic

Got a 30 ot 6 in between my lips, and when I spit the trigger slips to deliver quips

That are equipped to strip you right and bare, cause no other brother can compare

Some chase rabbits, but I smother the hare, it's just another daily affair

 

Busted in my head, now I'm rusted and I'm dead

Instead call me the terminator, yeah the vermin exterminator

Cause rats in hats are all I see in the industries

Bitches gettin' fat up off my cheese, it would really please me

To freeze the competition, then seize and start my mission