Crhyme Scene

I don’t know if I’m choking or laughing ahahahahahah
Send your people out!
Send them out!
I’m not concerned with what an Uzi does, I’ll leave you in a pool of blood
Like throwing a live shark inside your Jacuzzi tub
They know I’m sick so they just quit, you’ve got some Toy 'R' Us spit
My verbal thrust kicks could make a bus split
I’m parasitic microfilaria
After tearing the flesh from your bone I show up at another battle wearing ya
My kill
The scene was so grizzly, cops was asking people if they saw which way the bear
went
Strike with permanent empowerment
As I slide my body lit between the half inch slits of your air vent
I don’t move weight, I smuggle straps
But I do cover maps and pop caps like the air pockets on bubble wraps
My quotes leave approaches with broke knees
Hold them up like trophies and let them soak until they curdle up like goat
cheese
MCs matching what I spoke, please?
Telekinetically pulling up oak trees and turning ignitions with no keys
My skill is blinding, really it’s a mind thing
Drop a rhyme scheme and make the booth look like a Chryme Scene
Spine tingling verses to show you I’m King
The liquid substance that he regurgitated was lime green
I wrote soliloquies at false heed
My flow seeds grow in your dome piece and cause avalanche nosebleeds
I fly up and push the Sun higher, when I race I wait 'til I’m tired
Lay down on my back and still run right by ya
I’m splashing flames on an average brain
Cut him up on a plane, his slash remains came later on a baggage claim
I speak through a male meter
I feed off aortic vowel walls, of lousy readers like a
The back flipping rap acrobat
I’ll rap for eternity plus 10 additional centuries after that
The pen I’m grabbing, it strikes perpetually accurate
Extracting the yolk out of an egg without cracking it
The institution’s most extreme patient
Concentrations so great that I reconstruct a body after cremation
Heathens nurse from my weakened verse
I plant lyric sheets in dirt that burrow deep and burst, disperse and eat the
Earth
My skill is blinding, really it’s a mind thing
Drop a rhyme scheme and make the booth look like a Chryme Scene
Spine tingling verses to show you I’m King
The liquid substance that he regurgitated was lime green
Connect the dots while I surge you like a breakfast spot
Make your throat swell up so big that your neck just pops
Once I lock you in my thoughts you won’t escape my head
The victim bled so much my yellow tape was red
My skill is blinding, really it’s a mind thing
Drop a rhyme scheme and make the booth look like a Chryme Scene
Spine tingling verses to show you I’m King
The liquid substance that he regurgitated was lime green