Ill Rediculous

[Verse 1] Beat bashin', mosh-pittin' - I'll spit fatal Autobiographical: we spittin' Aesop's Fables Smashing you with iron fist, get the gist? We ain't leaving Bass-beating speaker boxes 'til they drums is bleeding Eatin' rappers lying, relying on punchings I'll rip the skin off your chest and call it a wardrobe malfunction In the mix of innocence, my diligence is passionate I haven't seen a crash in a dreams, it seems you've mastered it Asshole, I lasso flows, trash folks with manhole covers Spit poison-tip arrows from crossbows and fold your mother Brother, sister, cousin, the fam can get it if they want it Most opening acts are crap, only bearable if I'm blunted That's why the ritual's imminent, I'm dissing you if you're feeling it It's two or three shots just to sit through that bullshit I'm disgusting with rhythm, give me a pen and a pad I'll script some shit that'a have your crew running back to the lab [Hook] Masterful, menacing, awful, ridiculous Spit-boxer, poet, show-rock, ridiculous Storyteller, ego-crusher, cypher-spitter, mind-bender Backpacker, slap a wack rapper cause I'm Ill (Ill) [Verse 2] Second verse if you can take it; so what if you can't? Never retire, set forest fires around your camp I'll rave and rant, you can chant while I'm bombin' Raising spirits with lyrics like a Cherokee Shaman Draining your memory banks, enemy sank my ship once Remedy: twenty shots of ink until the paper gets drunk Pen lashing, leaving welts on rappers' backs with asteroid belts Crashing plane, Jane spittin' the sames as the names melt Water under the bridge, slaughter kids with no motive Except the fact they can't rap and my personality's explosive Cop my album, you can learn a few things Take your pick cause out of the five I'm live on some fly shit Unforeseen got lyrics, Write to Death, now Off the Clock Celestial; you're passing out demos, I'm depressing you Don't look at me like Ill can't get ill I spill skill that leaves you squirming like the sound of a dentist drill