The Appointment

[Verse: Jimmy P.] The name of the beat is victory, it hit me ridiculously Had an epiphany with a vivid vision sickening me How would I do it? This is how, bow - listen to me Stick a stick in your ass, spin you like some rotisserie No sense in dissing me, in the kitchen cooking your sister, me And my friends used to kiss her and fist her but now she’s history No mystery, I put in her in misery with some trickery Individually injured you both the floor was slippery With your blood, the taste, please call up the fishery And tell Ted you’re dead, I need you fed to the ocean, see I’m overdosing on potions and showing you no devotion Invoking the demon spirits, they fear me cuz I’m ferocious I’m potent and floating towards the edge, I’ll let it soak in Type O blood all over the bed, that stands for open The bible and try to find a title but it says no sin’s Allowed in heaven, killed seventy-seven men but know ten There’s no friend to transcend blame for my demented binge Feel sane but then again, my brain’s adrenaline In my veins is medicine for killing these gentlemen My regimen of strikingly sacrificing all denizens Pen is in, serious ink, I think I should repent Vengeance of bringing you to life to see you dead again Torment they underwent is all spent from my revenge My penitentiary, sentence, it shall extend Be there a century, eventually I’ll get out again And come after your family, my fantasy is to attend Your funeral and watch your parents and grandparents celebrate Your death in a second they would never check if I demonstrate Any remorse or guilt, they’d be hey, sure he killed One of our only four children, but he would be unfulfilled if He didn’t take the barbed wire and try to be quiet to start a fire And slide the wire, inside of him must be riot But we don’t advise you to try it, cuz we just deny it Say it never happened – it fact him and I are tired of Rappers having their seizures and cheating death at their leisure Easier to meet Jesus than to teach me how to be featured I’m an evil creature, eager to be deeper than your preacher Either your teacher follows procedure or I simply beat her With sneakers, turn up the heater, scream baby like Justin Bieber I get a bat like I’m Jeter and attack like the Grim Reaper Crack her back like eggs on Easter and feed her to who will eat her Like Saint Peter and Peter Griffin on a teeter-totter, I’m lifting The cedar up and I’m ripping her skull open centimeters She’s bleeding, her teeth are leaking fluid, I’m not a lip reader Expectations are exceeded, no hesitation is needed In fact the taste of a fetus is more than enough to please us So squeeze us until we burst, seed drips into the dirt Defeat? It never hurt – everyone just thinks it’s worse Than death itself but being dead inside is just as well Don’t like me? Put Nike in your psyche – check yourself God almighty, goodness, how can I put this lightly? Fight me; make your hair stand - like it’s spiky Yes I might be, chasing you in your nightmares Running up a flight of stairs, turn around - I’m right there I never fight fair - plus I keep a tight square Your circle’s snakes on a plane and I paid the flight fare Now who says they’re the illest, who really wants it with Jimmy? Used to be skinny but now I’m 200 lbs and I’m winning Women call me the dirty bastard because I shimmy shimmy Gimme a lot, if I’m a yacht, then you must be a dinghy Similar to Chingy, watch out, it’s one call away Something's pulling me back from putting you to shame That's what you're calling game? Please return your X-Box Shitting on you, chocolate rain, like I’m popping Ex-Lax How can you accept that, I’m the best and step back It’s cuz you’re a little bitch, everyone rejects that You do not impress cats, yet I’m the cat’s meow And I know exactly how to get you chickens acting fowl Raise you like the Rock’s eyebrow; who is looking fly now? If you don’t know me by now, you might as well lie down Commit suicide now, your life is at its highest point Which is the lowest point in my life’s whole entire joint That’s beside the point; the point is your life’s pointless Your career has a date with death – here’s your appointment