Stick a fork in his corpse, cordially courting Sourcing his portion for organs, give metaphors on abortion A portrait of poor sportsmen, endorse remorse towards him I torch his vocal cords til his course is the four horsemen Your core's forcing, they roar but I’m board snoring A smorgasbord of endorphins, I’m dwarfing your dwarf swordsmen I retort but of course no recourse for him I’m more of a moor, that's why my rapport discourse for it I’m forming a fort, forcing proportions that pour forward Sort of a four-fifth to your orifice you poor bitch Forfeit, tryna spit with this nigga, I forewarned him Waging a war, décor of Muhammed or George Foreman Performing vocal expressions that question the status quo Inhabit no sense of worth when you barely can pack a show Distracted by the fact I was too rabid impacted by The shitt people said, but instead let it amplified And niggas want a response, my response; "Keep waiting" Fools rush in, smart niggas keep patient Chasing the next man, the best plan developed wrong Fuck rushing a freestyle my nigga, make a better song Yo, Yo, one round Roger Mayweather, Rocky Lockridge Who better to rock with than the Locksmith, stop it with the gossip Swearing when the clock tock tick The plot got thick, the bomb like the rhyme that I kick Body bashing, bruised, broken bones, bloody mosh pits Truth telling is labeled hate speeches, these poisonous brain leaches Smack the principals and rape the fake teachers Hypocrital Hollywood hoodlums that make features Political pandering preachers that desecrate Jesus Dumbing down society, everything is over-simplified Cowards are put on pedestals and heroes are villainized My organization Untouchable Force, Ice Mix Master And life's shit baffling, fight bitches staggering Towards this white dick javelin, dispatching 'em, every lyrical diss catching 'em Distracting 'em, pistol packing click clacking 'em You can't claim title with no win first You're a bigger pussy than the pussy when it give birth Keeping the poor in prison Rhyme like a 90s cat from Rawkus was spitting Reflection Eternal and Nas in the source It Was Written Not influenced by any corporate decision, I ignore your opinion I'm the GOAT above Fraizer, Norton, Foreman and Liston Laws of religion cause the hoards of division, doors of admission Causing the friction, inscription like the walls of Egyptians Paint a portrait like the Lord of the Christians, tainted all to this pigment Forced depiction got us all in a prison But ain't no God in this system, can't evolve in conditions But they write me off as being off and left my thoughts in perdition, bitching Often would grapple, tackle this rope to no progression Claiming you Atheist but still worship your possesions Ground rope with a down stroke, and they now spoke to the town folk Scrounge for about rope, but they found no amount of those Sex trafficking out The Vatican, rather than found hope Profound smoke from burning oaths, you'd thought they found a new pope Black chemicals signify the simple lies that masses rally Screenshot of a rap blog, saw the image of Alex Crowley A massive tally, I pass it barely, I'm Makaveli Strong as the purest dope is this rapper outta Cali