Spike, the "Dragon"

[sample] What if we discovered that this creature that haunts our imagination were real? If dragons were real, what were they really like? How did they breathe fire? Why did they die out? To unlock these secrets, we need to find physical evidence - evidence revealed by the slow retreat of a melting glacier. What if we found.... a body? [Spike] Did somebody say dragon? [uhh... No?] Thought not. But you can hear 'em buckin over shots on a hot block Motherfuckers stop, drop, and pray that shit'll stop [stop] Spend the next ten years turning over a botched job [... stop] Of course I mean that I'm in a hot rod [Right?] 'Bout to crash that motherfucker straight into a cop squad [Right?] 'Bout to pop Glock [Right?] I'll singlehandedly turn a fucking four way intersection into a chop shop [Right?] In the hospital, wind up lock jawed So the twenty fucking people worldwide who know me like "aw naw" And I'm like (gargle) and they're like "that's rad" When I show 'em how I gotta hit the spliff through a gas mask Because I'm that rad. Dirtier than twins incest Currently booting up, wave goodbye to my interests Burn you this stupid stuff Say it in a style blunt Make pedophile blood spray all over the internet Trying to think of a single fucking thing I didn't get From my parents. Into the sink spit a single gut And say it's my larynx [... wait...] And that's happening everyday so I'm bucket listing like idiots [stop!] I mean to say I'm fucking a bunch of immigrants [right?] While I'm rubbing knuckles with all of these punks who listening Meaning Like, four or five hipster kids About to fucking flip the lid soon as they get a lick of this [Right?] Bestie's like, "word," that's getting taken to the basement Where I'm basically muscling up some synonyms Directly adjacent to where I'd put trophies I didn't get Was too busy trying to feel like a fucking kid again Cause I'm most certainly not feeling like a grown up Like I don't even feel like a human being so fuck [Auuugh, stop.] I mean, I'm at the mall with some miscreants Whose music got me singing that six hundred sixty six again [Yeah] [Sample] "Spike, take a letter." "Uh, Spike's dead." "Shut the fuck up kid."