Ka-Bang! (feat. MF Doom)

Freddie, hey whats wrong with ya?
 Oh no, gas!
 Behold, the Armored One!
 A grown ass man, mind from a trash can
 And he kept his rhymes as aligned as a Tascam
 Whoosh! Like a flash bang crash the Shazam Van
 Made it with the stashed cash, and his black ash hand
 Bring on the last man standing, he can hang
 Did the Shang-A-Lang then caught him, Ka-Bang!
 Drone flown pass, blam, ping on the dash cam
 Known as a king who do rings on a mass scam
 Overthrow a vast plan, shown a unmask fam'
 Rock it like a sun's splash jam
 She had the color, came first place on the can-can band stand
 Face like Ann Landers, ask my man man-man
 Bitter than a batch of tan bran from Pakistan
 Don't get smacked with the practice hand
 Not one to grand stand, get it on a low-low gram
 Ampersand handstand gas can
 For every super menace there seems to be, a super hero!
 To rise in fearless challenge
 I'm in the mosh pit, wilding with goth chicks
 Fire, and desire, call it water for chocolate
 The spark in the darkness, marvelous hard shit
 Bump you off like a small part in a mob flick
 Arson artist, tough customer to bargain with
 No discussion, no argument
 No trust, no partnership
 Respect, get me 'spect but the rest get hardship
 My bars get, funky like a playoff armpit
 You living in your mom's crib, driving your broad's whip
 I'm on it, strong grip holding my fork with
 I'm on it, strong piff, floating my thoughts with
 Nah I ain't feeling what y'all spit
 All of 'em talk shit, call a coroner for this corpses
 Warriors I walk with, all in the conflict
 Live from the battlefield swords, and horses
 Seconds later, the villain was in the cockpit
 Break out the fine china, tired of dining on a garbage rhymer
 Quick on the draw like an art designer
 Filthy like a carpet miner, masked men not from comic con
 I'm hungry like Olajuwon, playing through Ramadan
 Phenomenon, one stun gun for the unsung
 Run run, 'fore I come undone and eat her lung lung
 Um um, stuck in '95 like Rust Cohle, bust souls
 Punch sneaker heads through their gum soles
 Holding 'em, and folding 'em a tough soul controlling them
 Emo rappers cry along like there's no Rust-Oleum
 The flow is fire dog, no dalmatian, no salvation
 Shall take place, this Czar with the Metal Face
 Rebel based, mayday mayday
 I'm out for that JJ Abram style pay day
 I catch deer on foot, snatch eagles mid flight
 Crashing through your skylight with Scott Summers eyesight
 Easy Scott baby, don't lose control
 Gotta' focus all my power, into one tiny beam
 Hold steady, steady
 If I can't blast through, I'll burn through!