The Villain

On a scale of 1-10 go ahead and rate me 11 Drop bombs likes Saddam With a flame so heinous the pain is felt with the angels in heaven To my opponents, ill annihilate ya And change you occupation to a hospital patient And leave you in a situation where you can't feel your face kid Reach into your back pocket and steal your gat And pop shots in your back, an lay you out like a door mat Now you on life support But I need that socket to charge my phone so i’ll pull the plugs on ‘em Tell your homies that im comin for them Better lace up and run from him A little bit belligerent, gotta sick disposition to lyrically kill lyricists And leave them in fear of what they gone see next A-p-e-x, im deep threat wit a pen and a pad Spit a few bars and make a lot of men mad Raw talent, I been had Sophisticated risk taker, the mix tape maker, write a 16, flip the paper And keep going till my wrist breaks and it hurts when I make a fist later Might as well drop out and start trapping and jacking and selling crack on the corner With thugs holding coronas and guns, that will kill you fun Pass me the blunt so I can get as high as I need to spit fire at the sun I'm second-to-none, like a crazy nigga holding a gun Shoot for the moon, hit a star, ricochets off of the sun And comes back down to earth and right straight thru my lung. I exhale And spit the bullet back in the gun and cock back And repeat the process till my death and ill rest When i’m at the top of this rap shit You wack kids need to practice to match this Wack rappers on that jack status I dont need to borrow, your flows hollow So ahead of my time I wrote this rhyme tomorrow Blast you with a rocket, stay with the heat Like I got Le'bron in my pocket If you ain't duckin' and dodgin' I'll pull up and pop shots in your esophagus I'm hitting my foes with sickening blows and ripping Holes in their confidence spitting their bones On the ground, the anomalous, the rhymer, the alchemist rose From the darkness to impose his consciousness