[Verse]
I'm back can a little xan then hit six nine with strychnine
I can't even begin to explain how sick I-
Am a little upcoming artist that don't respect the craft
R.I.P, I'm at their eulogy, I don't give an epitaph
Like, what the heck is that?
They was belittling the rap game
They need help like middle letters in my last name
Cause David Phelps ain't gonna stand for that
They fumbling over the beat mumbling, can't understand the cats
I'll take the instrumental from 'em, never hand it back
And spit a thick 40 grit, time to stand these cats
It's Tru Lyricist shit, try your hand at that
Hacksawing your hands off, now you're handicapped
I chug a fully lit heat lamps, handle that
I'm the masked man back with the gas can and match
Committing arson over the beat, it starts
With the flow that heat up to a blue flame, catch the carpet
They rose to the sheets on your bed and then the curtain over your head
And you can't send: "The roof is on fire", before you're dead
I am the Tru Lyricist, who comerit this?
Brew to terronistic brewn, characteristical proof
This dude is too coo-coo to conclude
You'll get pulled like a loose tooth when you choose to protrude
Into the booth when you're getting beaten, battered, and bruised
It's either that or a noose, it's cracking adam's apple's in two
Abracadabra dabbling magic like ala-kazoo
Change my style for the crowd, let the calico ruge
I am the Tru Lyricist
DNA appearance with the rearranging schedules
Gettin' sick of licking TNA
But I don't eat her ass, I eat her pussy, then I eat her face
I'll beat the case, then back at it again
They've either seen the way I murder shit, I'm earning it
You better be determined in this tournament
I'll turn the tables quick, I spit it to murder it
And I'm not sassy, just want to break it
I'll spit and straight burn a bitch
I'll curve the bitch and crack her like a bunt for you perturbing it
I'm urban with the city, slick and stickin' a pickaxe in your vertebrae
You're turning into be turning to permanent courtacy of the first chick, murder the wolf creek
I'm cursin' it with the worst speech givin' a person
I know the turgid conversion is like a virgin when she bleeds from the urge
And quick concerned of a person's penis
The meanest entity demon occurrence, I got it burnin' for certain
Like you leavin' the furnace
I'm seen with the words and I'm piecin' the puzzle, spacely perfect
You hate me, it's worth it
Every track, I take it to merk it
Rape it to spurt it
Leave her butt-naked and murdered
The autopsy that I am the surgeon
It was for you, you won't top me, cop me, you refer to the
Rap game rockin' knockin' your murder spree
Rap game taught me not to be slurrin' these words
I type 'em and rap 'em clear with that urgent spit
Surging it, light it, I fight through the dirt and grit
Po-pimping, flipping the pen, slapping the words in it
Masked Men 2, that's a wrap like a tourniquet, bitch