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Always discharging bars
Or Maxing like credit cards
Facts you bought the farm
When I attack like a mastodon
A bastard with no mask
I’m cold as an old flask
And bold not italic
Kiss my pisshole
My dick swole metallic
Ya neck spin like discs now ya wasted
Investigate the mystery
Igot u closed like a basket case
Fifth of smack to the face
Imagine a police chase
I’d rather close the casket in the piggy face
See I’m a mobster
Killin guido ass cops
In the Bronx
And I take my stampede straight to Fort Knox
Watch me launch
Mental atomic can’t be reasoned with
Or accessed with passwords
I run ya knowledge kid
Like libraries with dictionaries
Give a fuck about who you list as visionaries
Them bitches get buried and couldn’t see shit comin
And Stevie wonder
How I keep on dropping so much thunder to the dome
Voltage melt the tundra
Like Tina turner legs smokin
Better not catch you running numbers in my borough tho
Me an my duns is thorough
checkin in the shells of sea turtles
For ya punk ass
Get pummeled by the Incredible Hulk
Your bars ain’t even edibles
While I am legend
Not John but knocked you on ya noggin unconscious
The constable
Armed with a bomb squad
Could read me the constitution but still couldn’t stop a mutant
I mutilate civilians
Munching on they brains
And barricade myself inside they building
But I’m the leader of a cult
And I pack a colt
Give a fuck about these hostages
Get popped like throat lozenges

You kno my MO
No survivors be my motto
Ain’t u get the memo
Why you handin me yo demo
Bout to get ripped
Sniff this nose candy like it’s holy
Take it to the temple
Shinobi in bathrobe
Turned bushido
Killin up yo kinfolk
With no master in the studio
I’m plastered passin joints
Blasting police radios
Ima padded room
Playin doom
Wondering what u doin
Lookin at me like a cartoon
Get crushed like milk cartons
Lactose intolerant
Peep this shit I been farted
Lack those feeling
I will cut you
Put those organs on the black market
And cook yo muscles
Hush yo lips say sumn?
Ima close the pot while it’s bubblin
I got yo bones in the oven
And a bucket full of acid
Just in case the police comin
And got these pills w my name on em
Bout to erase my memories and change game on em

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from Spaghetti Blacc is​.​.​. Mentholomew Fairbanks, Esquire​!​!​!, released April 20, 2018

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