Crunch

I'm the durable mammal, Moka Only the complete
Abnormality, fatality maker, don't you sleep
It's detrimental that you set your mental clock right
So you can catch the prime example of those who rock right
I talk tight, my mic's made of alabaster
Cast a shadow the size of Mount Shasta before I smash ya
I promise to be the bombest, I gotta say that
You wanna die? Well you can be accommodated
To be honest, you're soft like hummus
To be on another plateau, you gotta rap pro or become sawdust
I Husqvarna that ass with no exception
Been ill since my conception, I come for the collection
Same old cash-respecting bitches, I can't front, yo
Busy Bee went back to the hotel and spelt his name in dough
I'm hella pro, a rapper's work is never done
I like necks, I think I'm 'bout to sever one

I put my pressure on the corners and cave the box in
There's homicide on my breath and rhyme circles of sin
See if I don't reanimate, the meatgrinder's brain
In the A-wing where gray veins protrude from my gray rings
My collection of strange things include
A barreled delivery like a Winchester and a pool full of crude
Oil in my turmoil, written block of ill rhythm
Where cracker cockroaches talk about class division
See, I'm not stuck in a struck-out function
I adapt to the place I hear the bass bumping
Keep every rhyme different, that's the sign of a veteran
Keep a bag of buck fifties in my cabinet of medicine

Make sure the door's locked, and the deadbolt's fastened
Your worst nightmare, that shares no compassion
Acid flashbacks get hacked up into fractions
Sergeant Roadkill, still missing in action
An unaffectionate date, I'm Section 8
Let's play, you be the bride of death and decay
Do you stay awake at night thinking
Of the things you should worry about?
Follow this blood trail and hurdle through the forest of doubt
'Til I'm out in the wide open plains hoping to maintain
The same yield, but the field's littered with corpses
Death is my departure, 'til then I'm explosive
An overdose of death, spare me no thrill, I'm rare
Spare me no ill will, I'm there
The last man standing, never call a truce
Apologize? Nah, strength needs no excuse