Family Feud

Hey quick get out the camera kids

Dad’s bout to spaz and have another stabbin’ fit

I told that bitch to make me more damn sandwiches

This time won’t even make it look like an accident

As I savagely jam it in

Do as much damage as I can

In fact I’ll take out your whole family Pam

Finally get them fuckers off my family plan

Whoops, Looks like I took another diazepam

Steady hands managed to make you not a man again

Hathcock with a camera lens

turning you stiff as a mannequin

Got the advantage of bein man’s management

This license to kill turned laminate

Cause I might go bonanzas like Michael Landon takin whole quotes open your throat and start rammin it

I’ll be the first to do enough damage that I manage to be banned from the whole damn planet

Don't call me a menace I'm barely a phantom

Like Adam Sandler imaginin Chubbs singin' at'em

 

We haven’t even reached the part where I’m candid

Most who take off will never land it

Crash and burn you'll never be up to my standard

Kamikaze kids that do no damage

 

Boy, you don’t wanna play possum

cause I don’t stop even when I got’em

In fact, I’ll race you down to the bottom

See who flinches first don’t care if my rep turns rotten

I’ll burn this whole city to the ground like it’s Sodom

You’re just salty cause my random ramblings still slaughter

Keep comin’ at me I’ll turn you all into martyrs

All this bloodshed’s just makin’ me harder

Napoleon when behind the mic

cause when I blow, it's like dynamite

Also, I'm blind to heights

Dethroned, all kinds of guys

While goin, to 9 to 5s

Ephemeral, behind the eyes

cause minds cold, like Ironside

So cutthroat that my bare knuckles will bite whenever I write don’t fuss though cause if you must know I hustle with so much gusto that all you cunts couldn’t rustle my nuts ho I just open my mouth and fus(s) ro

 

Don't cry if you're caught in the middle just kiss the sigil and prepare for the vigil

Outta you I'll make an example so all those rando's know where they stand yo light the candle these beefs bout to be handled

 

But not by a hand at all

more like a mandible from a man cannibal

that starts with a random bone but's a fan of toes

wearin' the skin tone salmon coat but don't call him hannibal

more like santa clause with a sack of scalped skulls in pantyhose

drinkin' what remains like a can of Danimals

Liable to administer acid baths

Just finish'em with a dash of mrs. dash, salt, pepper, and succotash

 

Lives under the underpass

you better gun it

or keep runnin' past

Yellin avast when you run into land that's summoning mans that's rummaging cans saying I run outta gas I'll take whatever you have but them aint the facts as soon as you give'm a pass they gonna give ya a whack