The Rawest Around (T.R.A)

My language is languish/ a satanist down with pagan shit/

Bars scorching as a flame can get/cross me feel the pain again/

My parents lost me in a rain of phlegm/ when i started my book of rhymes/

Im a paradox/ who's a shoe-in to hit you with a pair of sox/

Album ends more lives than when cancer drops/ but hip hop lives before and after thought/

Microwaving noodles in a paper pot/ when will the grammar of slander stop/

Ever? The answers not/ make your chest look like a scatter plot/

And hes not finished yet/ rhymes make eyes widen like girls in fishing nets/

A winning streak but hes losing reputation/ to those with an oozing repetition/

Leave you with bruising implications/ of rhymes that cut deep/

Doctor patching you up looking like king tut B/ mic passed around my crew like its slutty/

Left bloody right then on stage dead/ these are the monsters my pen and page bred/

He raged again and left no witnesses/ bet hov's pissed as getting gifts for christmases/

My hitlist is filled with fat lips that conduct more businesses/ than they get down with lyrics/

I found my spirit now im fearless/ and ill take on any competitor/

So called heavyweight taken out by a featherer/ pen wrestler who's betterer/

At eating mc's than godzilla the city leveler/ with a plethrora/

Of odd ways to cut you i to even pieces/ put your head out on the holiday the color of reeses pieces/

Penis pleases and on the mic he gives many speeches/ white lines stand out against rappers black as the street is/

He's a freakish mc who frequently chokes himself/ and weekly plays poker with death/

Vampiric ways a dracula spectacular/ you can hear it how i flip shit well done like a spatula/

You're rarely matchin the/ raw shit that i spit out on the mic on the regular/

Ill hit you with a dodge ball and pop lenses out your spectacles/ this bully rap/

As i rap my hand tenses around my testacles/ always fully strapped/

With weapons larger than tylers ears/ im a martyr that'll die to see admiring peers/

Message clear as windex windows/ i just wanna murder artists and charts with whats in that pencil/

Putting up a song suspensful to see if its successful/ or another unappreciated masterpiece/

The bastard least expected to tatter pieces/ of an MC or blast police/

But deep inside the belly of this monster/ bubbles rage and anger rampant/

But up at his head is really a lot smarter/ conflicted mind and heart cant just stand it/

I back flip on a beat like a trapize man/ hit harder rocks than a cracked teen can/

A rap fiend damn, can he pack heat again/ yes he can, every page every pen/