Spaz Out

(*Prod. by JBL the titan)
 [Intro: {Clip from Troy}]
 [Messenger Boy:]
 The Thesselonian you're fighting... he's the biggest man I've ever seen*
 I wouldn't want to fight him
 [Achilles:]
 That's why no one will remember your name.
 [Verse 1: ~Apathy~]
 We the poisonous boys in the hood
 Poised to deploy you, destroy alien barbarians raging on 'roids
 We the '89 Raiders, Bo Jackson in your radius
 The eighth wonder space hunter, Godless and atheist
 Deceptacon cannibals eating metal and chemicals
 A robotic vampire fangs sinking into wires
 Rowdy in the Audi, smoke pouring from the tires
 To burn my kingdom you must use nuclear weapons
 White kids started studying lessons
 But with devils in the mental can't see our reflections
 Cut my way out the womb, homemade c-section
 (Man you fucked up)
 What would give you that impression?
 [Verse 2: ~King Magnetic~]
 You know we're rushing in, tuck your chin
 Knuckles friend, suck it in, cut your kin, puncture skin
 Stuck up in the muck again
 I'm bucking till they dug up in their motherfucking trunk again
 Let em run? every witness that wasn't them
 I'll fuck up your teeth like cheap fronts
 Vegan caterers, niggas never handled beef once
 Nope, tofu to soulfood, the vocal choke you
 Now you can't feel me, you're not supposed to
 I'm close to the edge mezzanine melodies
 Steadily ready to stab like the riff from the melody
 Telling me different I'm felony riffing
 Melons be dripping, temper wild, Melanie Griffin
 Stiffing your body from lifting the shotty, vision of Gotti
 Living is probably visual sodomy
 Prison lobotomy, the wrong people in your head now
 Jail dudes stand up, the king like a head count
 [Verse 3: ~Esoteric~]
 I'm an animal activist, dog I'm far from a hunter
 So Sarah Palin be the only cougar I put a gun to
 What type of spell am I under? You want a beef? Take a number
 I wonder why these younger rappers won't acknowledge their blunders
 I got unquenchable hunger, my stomach rumbles like thunder
 A real Jedi kid, you a toy Yoda like Tundra
 You a scene out the movie 8 Mile, studio puncher
 Run to the litter, spit a quitter bullshitter
 I'm the definition of driven, the prisoners have arisen
 With visions of demolition and fission through ammunition
 I'm wishing cannibalism was a family tradition
 I eradicate your groups over Gladiator loops, listen
 [Verse 4: ~Celph Titled~]
 You think you can beat me with ether?
 When I'm cooking something fresh and y'all reheating pizza
 The Intertec make you move like doo-wop dancers
 I'm slicker, bust the blicker, then I moonwalk backwards
 You gonna see clouds but no it ain't the Dreamworks intro
 Fire and brimstone in each verse tenfold
 You thought I was I'll? I'm ten googolplexes times that
 My raps are phonecalls from Hell so *69 that
 You an actual queer, we put a rapper in a bungie sling
 Dummy, we catapulting careers
 The world's most dangerous MC and I'm him
 C-dot Title, I'm liable to be a problem
 Your album sells like clothes at a nudist club
 It's the dude you love that had that line about that Krueger glove
 Yeah, so feel the hurricane force when I murder
 My main course is main source, barbeque flame sauce