[Verse]
I knew this dude, with a belt lock looked his head top
Walking with fried dread like they mad
Cause there wasn't 6 pieces of chicken
In they Popeye's box, slide through electric shots
Dance with mustached dork, but from his eye sock's
Cops hanging up top of blocks like Frylock
A mighty mouse, take olive, and smoke the spinach
Pop eyes out socket's, like it was charger plug in it
Through all the scrimmage, one image
Would spawn at restless rate, she suck the straw
I mast her shake (get it, didn't need to)
MC god, brawl with caution of ya lard chard's
In ya esophagus, and watch you swallow the chard
Turned to hot dog, Meatwad's
Slap ya squeaky voice box with horse clogs
My laboratory is sworn hidden, with Harry Goz
And the rest of his partners
One of his dogg's, is a frisky dingo
Even Space Ghost in the coast, had a tad boast on his show
Cause his attitude was that of an animal
More in touch with shocking than a doctor with defibrillators
Animated with my third finger immaculated
Bloody pen, like a novelist surgeon
I'll film home movies, of my rhyming explosions
I'm the rap robot, who fucks with chicken
With more clips hitting, tripping you into superstition
More brutal, more sloppy, on top
Don't get in front of my film box, shh, I'm watching
More of a KO, than Rocky, kill time with cartoons
And I may, like Toonami (cheesy)
The rap king has arisen, the Glock goes "Brrak!"
Like Zorack was in the kitchen
Kill beats up in the dim, everything I do is explicit
No kids, when it's adult swim time lil n***as [x2]