Strangeulation IV

I'm too hot to cool off
 Blew Atlanta up like Eric Rudolph
 Starving in pursuit of moot law
 Flossing, get your coo raw
 My crew'll shoot at you like "hoorah"
 I be on tour and shit, you get on stage and you get boo'd off
 You throwing jabs at me but we ain't in no boxing gym
 I stab 'em and have them inside of a hospital hooked up to oxygen
 So who the hottest, conversation my name get brought up in
 I'm Woody Harrelson, this industry is Zombieland
 You wanna fuck with us, you must've had no common sense
 I'll kill you then your guts get eaten up by Brotha Lynch
 It's Strange Music so the competition nonexistent
 All them other record labels fallen off like rotten limbs
 I'm making some money, it's making my stomach cringe
 I'll never forget it a couple of summers ago I was cooking and scrubbing pans
 Drink 'till I get ruckus-spinned
 Puffing something with a lovely scent behind the cutless tint
 Floating in the Strange stream, who jumpin' in?
 My brain is full of thoughts that are darker than Samhain
 That span across the Great Lakes and vast Midwest Plains
 Spreading coast to coast like a virus you can't contain
 Now a global pandemic, panic courtesy of (STRANGE!)
 The biggest independent label popped a champagne
 We don't need no head now, homie you can keep the change
 Coming through your speakers, receive us into your blood vein
 We the truth like Nostradamus' prophecy quatrains
 Snake Bat, Praise that, part of rap since way back
 Since the days of 8 tracks and 808's and adats
 Analog cassette decks, steady grinding, what's next?
 Starving artist 'til Trav and Tech cut me that advanced check
 Strange outcast step child, call me Damien
 Five Finger Death Punch straight to the cranium
 Flow so sick, could be enriched with uranium
 Extraterrestrial, lyrics labeled alien
 Appetite destruction, never been no punk shit
 My voices give me choices, just to spite me I choose dumb shit
 Choppers all around me, I mean lyrical and literal
 Spit it through this microphone and pull up at your Mami's home
 Jump out on the dumb shit, speaking through this drum clip
 Tearin' flesh, rippin' hips, watch me kill shit
 Cypher without the villain, that's appealin' but it's silly though
 An army without it's general, an octopi no tentacles
 I'm trying to be subliminal, nothing I do is minimal
 Heavy hitter, heavy words
 Push a nigga, pushin' verbs
 Squish my button, you push my nerves
 Ten toes in the turf
 Not the last or the first
 Gut a nigga, stump the Earth
 Grippin' metal, I ain't special
 On the level, smack your temple with the barrel
 Not complying, I'm a rebel
 And I'm fresh up out the ghetto, puppet master I'm Geppetto
 Take a minute, you'll get it
 Nigga Scoob did it. (Yeah)
 KALI BABY!
 'Ight man Ima do this!
 I'm kinda nervous
 The purpose of having a cypher is so you can sit here wide-eyed
 Listen look at me in this position
 Now I coulda just left you sitting there
 But Nina told me to pick 'em apart you're a victim of art
 K-R-I to the double crooked, look at him he pudgy like they
 Took an ugly stick and frickin' shook at him, (OKAY)
 And I don't stay gucci down to the linens
 I'll let you trick off, she jerking my dick off and grinnin'
 You can see him, but he just a figment
 You wanna be him, better get your pigment gone
 Try to beat him with deliverin', I get belligerent
 And that's the end of the song
 And I get a little bit ahead of myself
 Feel like I'ma melt, and I feel like I'm better than everyone else
 I guess I be rappin' ahead of my wealth
 I'm the coldest thing since the ice cube
 Only thing missing from this beat back in the day was Ice Cube (OKAY)
 Yeah I said I'm the best in admit it, Nigga what?
 Only niggas that could contest it is rested, dig em up!
 (Okay! Hahaha whatever nigga.)