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[Produced by Vesa] [Izuna] Shooting for the neck... Izuna's rude bars got'em vexed so I suggest Smoke meth and mumble death threats under your breath Under arrest for the mess ripping lungs from your chest Hungry and depressed, stressed beating monkeys in chess Waiting for gum to digest, eating my brunches with death Homunculus who's fucking up a ton of shit with punches from humongous fists Crunching them like a sour cream and onion chips Izzy run the ship Gather all the hate and punish it You fucking untermensch Son and hung them with the wonder whip Cowabunga when I run upon a cunt and punt a bitch- Ninja who won't, acknowledge that I'm number one in this Hold the motherfucking power of the sun under my fist Young thunder lips lightning leg dropping every succubus Make em numb till they succumb like it's the poison of a puffer fish When I'm in the zone I hover like a bomber undercover Spitting bunker busters at your structure, I'm a destructive motherfucker Audience awed and shocked when I pop off with a sawed off Leave em like a certain Colorado box office, so call cops Spitting blue flames, Azula Stomping them like Godzilla Anbu ops, I've got that red chakra, fire fox like Mozilla When I'm nunchuk chopping them like helicopter propellors A real loser tryna holocaust the motherfucking populars I see my targets and I got'em locked in my binoculars Overclocking my odometer when I am running over gossipers Written massacres as if I wrote this with the fucking sword of Zabuza The awful antithesis to all you wannabe philosophers