Megalodon

[Verse 1: Croosh] I'm a creature in your favorite Sci-shark feature/ Defeat whatever you throw at me, either/ It's the sick twisted, linguistic, dipstick/ On the miss listed, most mic killer in existence/ Orga beams blasting from the shoulder region/ Seizing more legions during this season/ These heathens are gunna have a hard time breathing/ I can smell someone bleeding, It's the crew-neck crook thieving/ The lyrics I spew might have you believing/ That I'm someone I'm not, in that case I'm leaving/ It's hard to explain the stains I enforce on your brain/ This is gunna be one of those joints you need to retain/ Never been Sane (Saiyan), unless it's Super, I never refrain/ I'm the Mega Shark aerial when I take down planes/ Back once more, leftovers get washed ashore/ I got lost in war, don't get rocked my boy/ Plotted, allotted, top slotted/ Hoping to venture from east to west getting spotted/ I nodded to the noble ones and knocked out/ I flattened some sober ones who said the were about/ That life, that fools say they represent/ I monopolize on that intent to a greater extent/ So basically if you're whack you get attacked/ The white Warren Sapp of rap dropping facts/ (Hook) [Verse 2: Croosh] You thought I didn't exist but appeared like a coelacanth/ My soul is cold and branched/ You stay foiled up, saying you stay hot/ You haven't released anything ill, you fake plots/ I scraped blocks, strayed from rocks/ Never filled my pockets with knots/ But I ate the garlic ones/ Left burn marks from the particles that dripped from my tongue/ I'm the goblin pack from Troll 2/ On the corner of Nilbog I already told you/ Peace to the Sharks in the canals In Venice/ You weren't supposed to expose that it could lead to a sentence/ I'm the cryptid, minus the cult following/ The savior of this culture, minus the swaddling/ You ducks stay waddling, carry on/ I can't put up with these skeletons time to burry um'/ As well as more than a few hatchets/ I blast on these bastards with exact hits/ The megalodon weighing over a 100 tons/ You whales are frail, you're extinct and done/ A Wolf-Shark that howled at the moon fish/ Some kind of creature soon to switch/ On to whatever sounds more appealing/ Uncle Ricky said No Squealing/