beasting

don't push me cause i'm close to the edge

i'm trying not to lose my head

thinking it through like needle + thread

trying not to be a brain dead thoroughbred

but when the anger is widespread

coursing through the cells of red

make me put you in a dirt bed

you make me develop a complex complex

brush off those rosy colored specs

you see-thru like crystalline plex

i'll work you out like bowflex

running in a loop like cineplex

the unusual suspects

preparing to annex your objects

i rejects your fears of my sex

silencing me will only make me louder

i'll injest your hate like protein powder

i'm nietzsche with super powers

cower in your guarded tower

because it's you i'll devour

for happy rush hour

your grave lined with flowers

saran gift, it's a wrap

i got you running laps

clap back until you're ensnared in my trap

in the shower i got your cap

this is a lobotomy, a spinal tap

you made me snap

this isn't gangster rap, it's fagstar rap

go ahead and martyr me

you'll rupture an artery

no need to carly simon me

in my veins is no vanity

i'm a gorilla beating my chest to be the best

in this guerilla jestfest

i'm dressed to detest

causing you mental unrest

i'm that pest unimpressed with your quest

but my patience you do test

drop off the case pick up my suit

man up + steal your loot

cause a riot with my zoot

i'm an astute brute of ill repute

refusing to dilute

unable to compute

your petty dispute

refute your root square

remember this affair

when i chain you to the electric chair

it isn't fair that when i cause you despair

it helps fatten my derriere

come here to meet my khmer

you're unaware of the havoc i can share

make you beyond repair

no one else can compare

you're a teddy bear, i'm a grizzly bear

you're foursquare, i'm time square

you're solitaire, i'm a billionaire

so stay in your lane you're driving me to think

your mental capacity out of sync

dissolve your mind in my kitchen sink

on the brink of releasing the chink from the clink

soft like a drink

daniels got jacked

the handle was hacked

even if you got the ciroq on lock

i'll still popov and you i will subtract

you've cracked under the pressure of my abstract

you're in dry dock from your shell shock

scared of how my flow knock

like i'm a missionary on your block

my flow is ad hoc

my speed is mach

bow down before my jock

shrink like scrotum

worship my totem

your uptake slow as a modem

you stunned, son

you're just a rerun

and i'm a track star, cross country #1

i refund you, done

the whackness must cease

the creativity must de-cease

my creative release

trumps your life lease

of my problems, you're the least

you're drowning in the belly of my beast

priesting on this flow

got me feasting on the dough

riesling don't got me slow

beasting with the ledge of know