[Verse]
I'm ready to spaz- Blast phat shat- Splattering average acts
Slash with the rapping ax- Get gashed with the front, smashed with the back
Rhythmic savage stabbing the track and leaving it lying there leaking
My style is far too advanced, pansy be crying and pleading
Handle me? Never could ya’- I'm just too good, son
Go Kaboom when I say it and you'll stay where I kaput ya
I’ll wrap a mic cable around your neck and then I'ma pull it until you go pop
So stop, my flow's hotter than lava
Jack, I'm that sick- Rappers get slapped with a flaccid dick
And their rhyme books ripped up, scattered, slathered in piss
Spitting excrement, excited I step, set on the precipice
When I arrive, I'll jet and then fly higher than heaven is
(If that exists) But I ain't getting into that now
The beat is pounding loud, so I'm about lay the smack down
You max out at four but I'ma double it up
Let me summon the troubled gut and leave you stumbling son
Check it, I reckon I rock and I roll
I’ma set it way better than y’all and I'll blow it up
I can now say that well on my way
I connected a sick multisyllabic flow
And I’m kicking it, wicked when I get to spitting
I rip in two, I'm in tune with rhythm
I'm giving ‘em all of it, bottled or canned
I can shatter your frame with a mic in my hand
If you want it, come get it, I'm steadily moving
And proving that you cannot even compute it
I do it to music, I do it to nothing
I do it for me and that’s end of discussion
I'm bombing upon it and breaking the beat
You be talking a lot but not saying a thing
When you add it all up, it's abundantly clear-
No competitor's ever been hanging with me
So punk, pump your brakes- I run the race verbally
Concussed and maimed, you've come for brain surgery
Like J. Dahmer, I'ma lobotomize your mind eternally
And arrange the circuitry until you've heard of me
You think you're gonna stop me? You're gonna have to have an army
I'll maow your slag's roast beef out back of the Arby's
And blast you with a cap gun just for being wack, son
I'll roast your faggot style in the the trash out back of the Pacsun
Send ashes back, or I'll scatter ‘em on a smacking track
Kato kicking ass like high-schoolers and hacky sacks
Action-packed- Drifting my Jetta, blasting acid jazz
Your favorite rapper's got flows? Go grab his ass a maxi-pad
Phat, in fact, super superb- Swerve; Elegant
Back to back, purging a verse- Burst; Intelligent
Indelible, I'm making my mark, marks'll go silent
Making sure you read my rhyme every time that you close your eyelids
Fuck that overdone shit, I don't need no punch-in
Just gimme the microphone, I'll treat your whole crew to a luncheon
You cunts with your fancy videos be on some dumb shit
I'll blow holes in your dome, prone to throw flows and run shit
Bust it- I'll destroy your meek toy plans
You're feeling weak when you see me in my b-boy stance
So look away man, no second glance- Slam anybody for tampering
Leaving ‘em tucking like Buffalo Bill, still devoid of a chance
You're a big mouth like Fairuza Balk
Or Malachai from Children of the Corn
I'm scorning y'all in in bulk
Y'all are dull and dumb, but, kid- I come equipped with a spark
When it's all said and done, you won't forget the name
It's Jarv
See ya