Alien

I cause a catastrohpy that none could ever fathom

I havent even been able to get out of the pattern

Im actually a mental patient waiting to get on the meds

And in my head all I wanna do is pull you out of bed

And stomp you out onto floor until the only colour's red

Leave a mess in the kitchen, aint no homocide, instead

All you did was slip and fall onto the knife in your chest

Leaving a hole bigger than a fucking pit for the cess

Unless, The cops find the finger prints upon your body

And the shotty that I hid inside the toy car from Noddy

That reminds me, Gotta take both of your kids to the grave

That'll the teach little fuckers when they need to behave

Im late to the party, time to start swiggin Bicardi

And smoking upon the ganj, is it hitting me? Hardly

Time to pop a could e's get my mind in a wave

Then stumble all around the town, face finding the pave-

ment, Im adjasent in mind state, both with freddy and Jason

I treat them both like my slaves, my foes lose headies, I pay them

I stay way in the dungeon, plunging my head into water

Keeping the rapping attitude I had when I was New Order

Constantly refreshing my brain like im pressing F5

New idea, take em to the cleaners, press em alive

iron out all of the kinks and the wrinkles in their skin

then do it all again, till they're less than Wafer Thin

Ham, "Man! Can he with stop the lucridous shit?"

Suck a dick mans finna carry on in this bitch

I'll switch flows rapid, like Im on a river and mix

a little uk slang just to just to fit in with pricks

Im a cold hearted cunt, with a need for my fix

Of eating rappers while they're breathing and soon to commense

Ever since, the day that I was born I knew Imma get em

And even way before that I used to kick to the rhythm

Within my mothers womb, probably spitting cause waitin's a bore

Either that or trying to hang myself with the umbilical chord

But alas, I happened to stumble up onto a dream, and course

Im attached, because its the only thing that isnt peaking my thoughts

Of getting swords and slicing up everyone in my way

In fact I had one of those thoughts yesterday

It seems strange and a little bit derange, but Its sane

At least in my fucking noggin, this all part of a game

And Imma be the top ranking and the last man standing

It'll take a fortnight, but imma smack that plan in-

To every other motherfucker that is tryna compete

My bars are everything your's are, minus the weak-

Ness in your speach and the verbal accuracy

I am impeccable in every area writing and spitting and mixing and making the beats

Im kicking a venomous lyric and picking the perfect place to put the syllables

I've never committed a murder, but words are my weapons and youre lookin killable