Hurt You

[Verse One: Danimal Lector] I'm a musical genius, rude and facetious I had a higher IQ than you as a fetus Abusing this beat with the rudest speech So dude feel free to puke and be squeamish In the booth, I'm the meanest Shootin' for the stars, Jupiter, Venus You can agree that I'm the shit, so how might you concede it? You don't wanna butt heads, what are you, fucking stupid, Beavis? Enough said, dude, just beat it, who's competin'? It's the truth, I mean it, and I'm super weeded High enough to poop on Jesus What, too much? Bitch, I do as I pleases Pardon my ignorance, I'm a harmless idiot Armed to the brim with an army of artillery and all of it's legitimate So fuck the world, I ain't just tryna put my tip in it A little bit, I plan on literally rippin' shit when I'm hittin 'it I'm spittin' with a righteous cause Sittin' with this rifle, paused Fast forward to you dead, and me wipin' off I'm somethin' like a boss, and I see that you like to floss Now you got bleeding gums, how ironic, good night, your loss I step in the cypher, sauced High as a kite, like I can't walk, but I bet that I can talk I'mma call you microsoft Shrimp dick, mines like the size you saw In that porno that made you look at yours and cry, like "Why is mine so small?" The writings on the wall, I'm way too high to fall Fuck you, I'mma grab the horn by the bulls and kick him right in the balls Blame it on the Nike's y'all, I'm only 5'8'' but feel like I'm 9 feet tall I'mma rap 'til I'm 90 and bald, Christopher Lee Old school like Kid Capri and Mr. C Hickory, dickory, dock My hands move quicker than the clocks Right, left, hit 'em with a shot We fist fight, I won't think twice 'Bout shoving your face through your bitch wife's Windshield, crushing your windpipe I mean, a wins a win, right, dingleberry? My heart pumps red and gold, like Mike Singletary Strat city, home of the devils My homies are rebels You phony gepetto's, I'm only one who controls me I'll never settle for less than incredible Hard as the heaviest metal And still I'm marchin' to my own beat Asswipe, I got a glasspipe packed tight With some hash from last night Puff, puff, pass, syke! I stay burnin', I've learned that nothing's certain But you gotta have a reason, you gotta have a purpose