[Verse 1: JP Tha Hustler]
Microphone assassin when I'm smashing, got you gassing
It's a lyrical lobotomy, a miracle, an oddity
JP is a prodigy, a marvelous dichotomy
A hitman in a robbery
You should check my whole discography (Anomaly)
JP is consistently a rarity
A parity you're cloning cause ain't none of y'all compare to me
I swear to G I'm the meaning of magnificent
A stimulus, my impetus to thrive and build to infinite
A kin to us is just a beasting type of animal
A mammal eating cannibal, tear you like a cannonball
Recite my canon lyrics, blow like a cannon and explode causing damage and the words flowing savage
I want the cabbage but I do it for the craft of it
The math of it, the past of it, preserving what is last of it
I'm not a pacifist, I'm fighting for the lyricists
Fighting for this hip-hop
Microphone terrorist

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
You rappers get zip locked, zip locked, zip locked
You rappers get zip locked, zip locked, zip locked
You rappers get zip locked, zip locked, zip locked
You rappers get zip locked, zip locked, zip locked

[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
I'm Leviathan from the lions den when it comes to ciphering deciphering
Who can really spit and who's the Iron Man?
Who can really last in this environment?
Designer jean rappers wrinkling up the game, I have come to iron them
Industry sheep, little lambs I have to silence them
My habitat is savage rap, I am draped in tiger skin
Primates with the violence in they blood I inspiring them
To basically go ape tihs and rip off your entire limb (Entire limb)
Mic killa tonight with a butcher knife
It's the black Patrick Bateman, with a slight mixture of Ed Gein
When you look in my eyes you'll see the coldest stare
Looking through you viciously, see I'm gon' do you differently
Soon as Jason sent the beat I knew the tihs was made for me to sharpen up my lyrical sword, the Lord has come to slay the scene
As they regime degrades and brings the culture down
I'm hunting all you vultures down to wig 'em all
Microphone killer
[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
You rappers get zip locked, zip locked, zip locked
You rappers get zip locked, zip locked, zip locked
You rappers get zip locked, zip locked, zip locked
You rappers get zip locked, zip locked, zip locked

[Verse 3: Lee Carver]
Human flesh persevered in a zip-loc
Kill a man outside the thrift shop for his wristwatch, while his kids watch
I'ma need an industrial freezer, developing cabin fever
Bitches chained to water heaters
A demeanor demonic, inhalation of chronic
Move like I'm just a brain in a jar, my body's robotic
Psycho path of a psycho trapped in can get catastrophic
Thoughts so morbid and gothic, swallowing tonic that's toxic (Ugh)
I'm problematic, took the underground and stuffed they corpses in the attic
Walls covered in plastic
Enthusiastic with their tactics
Cremated a corpse, snorted half the ashes, you motherfuckers can practice
But never preach, dismembered if you step within arms reach
My speech spills the blood of the sheep the second that I speak (Ahahaha)
I said my speech spills the blood of the sheep the second that I speak

[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
You rappers get zip locked, zip locked, zip locked
You rappers get zip locked, zip locked, zip locked
You rappers get zip locked, zip locked, zip locked
You rappers get zip locked, zip locked, zip locked