Type Bomb

g-g-Ggg-g-g-gGg-G UNITTTT!!!!!! its my first time in da web, taking ya'll dildos in my sleeves...

STOP! Time to crash your PARTY, and i'm NOT talking about any NAZIS

Take YA whole partisan, send a JET PLANE, and I ain't talking any KAMIKAZE!

BUT take these raps and ATOM-IN with MIXTURE to HYDROGEN

I'll PLAY YOU like those FUCKIN FRENCH KIDS till ya screaming "EST-CE UN AVION?!?"

I don't care, i'm saying COVER UP BITCH, my BARS are TYPE BOMBS when I JOT em'!

Not kidding when I say A LOT OF EM thought THIS WAS FIRE, SET THE TRAP WIT TRIP WIRES

Ya don't remember falling off? well SHIT, you left yourself with ALZHEIMER'S

My rhymes are DIAMONDS, yours are 'flint-stones'. I would spark the fire and ignite the crowd

Just for you to admit WRONG. I keep my shit straight, BACK-BONED back to the CLAVICLE BONE

Nuff' shots to spare, they're HELL-BOUND, da stacks are MILLION DEGREES when I kill MOUNDS!

So insecure, you couldn't CLIMB YOUR PIERS/PEERS, so STOOP DOWN A LEVEL and catch some TRICYCLICS

I SAY THIS, and ya BETTER PRAY, a day with your bitch, it'll be 50 shades of grey

50 stages of AIDS, my biography is "Oppenheimer's", and these nuclear anomers are bombers

Bobber-ya head till you 'break ya neck' cause when i'm rapping, its 'BUSTA RHYMING OVERHEAD'!

You 'fallin for ho's in the crib', its like your 'BITCH MADE YA BED'

You should've been aborted, since your mother

yeah.. all i had this midnight, bitch... freshed out bruh.

sike.

To the 'ribbon across', this is a 'marathon' keep your pace, its like the 'spartan raced'

Down the road, your FACE-planted into the PAVEMENT, kept your woes, your playin with a pro' fella

These ill-bars are not adjacent, i whipped 'Tech N9nes' in your face that I caved in. But this-

flow is a little bit sicker than, shooting the Kennedy's thin through the dome-

When I die, i'm shooting for the firmament up high, its not committing felonies

was not really born, when I typed "bomb", you was just slipping wishing for the worst

Like "Osama bin Laden" didn't regret for it first, both ya turnt dust like the

'YASUDA FIRE'

now you're kicking dirt, you spitting curses, doing the same but this shit ain't rehearsing in

"The Little Mermaid" Bitch, you FIRST GRADE, probably thinking this girl 'Ariel' that wanna get

that cooch laid. Lil homie get focused on getting your ass MURKED every day.

Like Em' said "survival of the fittest", ya do it good or die any way...

 

[Expositions:](1st half of verse: talking bout the socialist party/nazis regarding

luftwaffe/kamikazes, hydrogen/atom bombs, how french used to surrender immedately when they were

attacked by nazis and luftwaffe, how flint stones and ignite fires using sparks of metal,

'break ya neck' is a song by busta rhymes, tech n9ne is a midwest chopper/fast rapper,

Eminem made a song "survival" about the readiness of rappers)