Aorta

Gimme the hard-hitting drums
 I'm about to pounce on it
 Bounce on a crack of a snare
 A wild cat mauling on a young set of stare
 I bring justice to beats with a vengeance
 Back in the eighth grade I knew I had a penchant
 For the flair falsetto woo
 For life of me, can't imagine sitting back in the room
 Stir it up behind your sternum
 Make you wanna break a chair or something
 Turn the lump in your throat to a pumpkin
 Tired of the fluff I want sandpaper 100 grit
 Give the most foul callous mouth a fit
 Now or never, speak clear or keep your lips shut forever
 The dirtiest skin, the most beautiful leather
 Aorta, aorta
 Flow major artery
 It's a part of me
 You're the target of my archery
 Aorta, aorta
 Flow major artery
 It's a part of me
 You're the target of my archery
 Gimme the god forsaking ball on a 4th and goal
 Punch it in through offensive lines
 Facts no fantasy, 44 Rathman, a verbal harassment
 A lyrical hassassin, a has-been, but still is and will be
 Meet your day of reckoning kind of tension
 Pay the max possible fine type attention
 Soul on liquid nitro, on detention till further notice
 Deep down you know this
 The thorn of suspicion had turned into a reason to believe
 One listen is enough to get you fiend
 Rich bastards got you tired of the green pastures
 I'm out to hit the treacherous path till I'm captured
 Never be captured
 Aorta, aorta
 Flow major artery
 It's a part of me
 You're the target of my archery
 Aorta, aorta
 Flow major artery
 It's a part of me
 You're the target of my archery