Three Bullets

I'm automatically erratically radical*
 Ratify my strategy when I'm attacking the capital
 Funny rappers are laughable, you ain't rhyming you vaginal
 I'm the mass mastermind of mass murder you [?]
 So past best my prime I'm international
 I fly casual [?] you with the sick three
 I'm magical, heavy blast, machete slash
 Esoteric serve rappers like Steffi Graf
 You'd rather tongue kiss Rosie O'Donnell
 Than face me as your arch rival like BK to McDonald's
 Follow, peace to my man illegal
 I got an ill eagle that's illegal in the states, its beak decapitates
 Don Cheadle War Machine great
 I hit the studio at 7: 30, leave at 8
 I walked out peace like this, I don't need a plate
 German engineering steering my own fate
 I paint vividly vicious equate misery
 That make history like the bullet that slayed Kennedy
 Take viciously, rape, pillage, and make enemies
 Create imagery the second we make energy
 Paint vividly vicious equate misery
 That make history like the bullet that slayed Kennedy
 Take viciously, rape, pillage, and make enemies
 Create imagery the second we make energy
 Ladies and gentlemen, you have never witnessed a
 Rhyme minster whose raps style is so sinister
 Kinda like a surgeon's incision when I get into ya
 Trying to injure ya, fuck that trying to get rid of ya
 I'm inhospitable, put you in a hospital
 When I spit a few hot riddles trying to kill you though
 Give you a lyrical attack, spit it like a MAC
 Eleven, send you to Heaven with seven in your back
 The Randy Couture of this rap culture
 When I'm done nothing left but I wrote yours
 Oh sure everybody say they got flows
 But they don't wanna test cause they know I start wars
 A lot of y'all is wack as fuck
 Have you hooked up to machines that sound like trucks backing up
 Disaster their ass with no sign of FEMA
 Killed everybody in one shot, Hiroshima
 Hey yo my whole clique get it in, call us grind liners
 You will always be a waterboy for the sideliners
 Fashion designers ask me to do the honours
 Got groupies in pajamas yelling this is your vagina
 Royal fam catalogue where's the co-signers?
 Grown man doing shows in front of all minors
 Sixteen and seventeen call me their favourite
 You know me, Morpheus, I starred in the Matrix
 Modern day ancient racing in spaceships
 You can see Oasis mouthpiece spitting lasers
 High rollers, dice shooters, no it's not Vegas
 Interviewing famous, how much for them gauges?
 I love it when them haters second guess, underrate us
 Metal Fingers, Rhymesayers, those are my neighbours
 The rabbit in a hat is a chick who Hef made
 It's Beach Boys surfs up until the next wave