The 45 Killer

"Check it
 Loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it" x7
 The radio ain't a factor to a radioactive rapper
 I send your soul shooting through the sky like the rapture
 I can put racks on the facts that y'all are wacker
 The facts are I'm faster than Bruce Lee's master
 I'll mash ya, I'm massive, disastrous massacre
 I'm sorry there just ain't another cracker of my caliber
 Excalibur, I'm Merlin with evil spells swirling
 Inside a boiling cauldron, use caution cause I'm hurling
 Stones and rocks, and homes and yachts, telephone poles and blocks
 With strength of a hurricane that drops a gazillion megawatts of electrical shots
 I'm so exceptional, the skeptical just shut up and watch
 Y'all are fronting like your bosses, your business is all week
 You little dudes are way more Walmart than Wall Street
 The all-seeing eye, seventh letter, whatever you call 'em
 The 33 vertebrae inside of your spinal column
 Shoot a million future Messiahs inside of a condom
 And shoot a million more at the bottom of hoes when I drop 'em
 To their knees, like followers dropped at the feet of Christ
 Need advice, drop the mic, it'll probably save your life
 Take a hike, we ain't alike, it's serious day and night
 Put me in front of a shark and expect them not to bite
 Brighten up, y'all emotional bitches should lighten up
 Motherfuckers get gassed, so naturally I light 'em up
 "Check it
 Loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it"
 "I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow"
 "Check it
 Loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it"
 "Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap"
 "Check it
 Loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it"
 "If you don't know me by now, you'll never know"
 "I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls"
 "With a kick, snare, kicks and high hat"
 I'm a bad man, take an aluminum bat to Batman
 And backhand the nurse, then autograph the CAT Scan
 No pulse, flat line when Ap rhyme, it's Halftime
 Rappers talk back, get a cracked spine
 Only a face that a mother could love
 I slap the soul out your body, let it hover above
 .45 caliber killer, blood spiller, vanilla apes
 Sleep is the cousin of death, so I'm still awake
 Facilitate rappers who appear to have a death wish
 I'm Hell's biggest promoter, I'll throw you on the guest list
 Nobody's schooling me, even rappers that's cool with me
 It's like they drained the blood from my veins and put jet fuel in me
 Your tomfoolery will have you run the jewelry
 2 or 3 of your crew will be bringing all of your loot to me
 Stupidly rappers assume I only mean musically
 Until I beat 'em brutally, I'm fucked up truthfully, yeah
 Holy grail sipper, this is the Last Supper
 I save a chosen few, and let the mass suffer
 Cash lover, ass toucher, Ap's butter
 Slash suckers before I chamber a round and blast fuckers
 "Check it
 Loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it"
 "I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow"
 "Check it
 Loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it"
 "Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap"
 "Check it
 Loop a funky 45, and I'll wreck it"
 "If you don't know me by now, you'll never know"
 "I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls"