Tom Thum

I got a big head and a fat ego
I got the starving and hungry poverty superiority flow
My pistol is old school class, I’m peeling your ass fast
Yo, I’m uncontrollably gifted, I totally ripped it
I’m vocally vicious
Naming the best ever, I’m supposed to be listed
Even if I’m emotionally and overly twisted and socially timid
And every chick had left with a broken ovary when I hit it
The fans follow me like disciples, I’m Charlie Heston
Not the Moses version, I’m the gun toting version with the rifles
Don’t let them crabs gash you
When I’m jacking a rapper and ripping the jacket and patching your ass and
using a machete to smash you
I’ll rob anyone, anywhere, under the jacket, the flame up
Pull the gun out at your wedding while your grandma do the macarana
All these feminine rappers wanna see me dead and buried
Too many rappers is drag-queened out; Tyler Perry
Sick of the similar imitating
I did it already to pitifully
The bigger the better, debate 'em
You biting what I’m spitting, you already verbatim
I don’t need to breathe when I rap, I got gills, fuck lungs
I’m like a superhero out of the of the slums
Come on
Checking up for the night at the crib with a B-movie actress
Shocking next to the bed and the watered cash under the mattress
As a kid I wasn’t into theatrics
After school my daddy used to teach me combative Green Beret tactics
I ain’t into the tight jeans
I’m into bar brawls, brass knuckles, and bloody fight scenes. Annotate