Beam Me Up

Scotty beam me up, I'm battle tested like an armored truck I don't believe in luck, I'll put in work so I can make a buck Roll a dutch, pistol packs a punch, shoot you in your gut The finest independent artist since the one from What They Want I rap circles around these lyric-less whack turtles I pack cannons on my back like an evolved Squirtle Call me Mordecai, I'll go to war for mine My style's borderline schizophrenic, techniques been immortalized This shit is organized violence at its fucking finest I'll spit in your face and give your ass Corona Virus I'll stab your iris, bash you in your fucking eyelids Not afraid to get violent, I resurrect the dead like Osiris I'll go supersonic, I'm diabolic, the youngest prophet Spewing gas like a rocket, I'm in the zone like Tyler Lockett Slap your ass like a Bop It when Will Smith comes a knocking Hiding out like Bin Laden, a killer on the loose like Walter White I'll snap your neck on sight without a fight I'm Iron Mike mixed with Mayweather, one punch you'll lose your sight I'll knock your fucking lights out like Khabib, I got hooks like Kareem I'm the dream team, top 3, but not the two And not the three, I'm stinging like a fucking bumblebee Blasting off like an RPG, swarming in like kamikazes Every track I'm catching bodies, drop the top like Maserati's Evolve like a Tamagotchi, till I blow like Nagasaki I'm back again like Brady in another Super Bowl Taking shots like McGrady, the most improved, I'm on a fucking roll Catch me in the pick and roll, I'll flip the script and take control I'm Gretzky but without the stick, I don't need it to reach my goal I'm number one like Murray, got my goals on lock like Fleury My punches harder than the one's Deontay took from Fury F*ck a splash, I'm making wav's, catch em on Tidal I'm revving up and spewing smoke instead of sitting idle A lyrical disciple, headhunting like sniper rifles Its recommended you wear a helmet like motorcycles I don't recycle bars, enough gas to get to Mars Is what I'm packing, I'm on my way to become a star Is this the Krusty Krab, no bitch, this is Patrick My thoughts are quicker than Danica, I need psychiatric I'm out my fucking mind like Biden, bitch I'm geriatric But I'm a three-headed dragon, each song I'm scoring hat tricks I write a story, record it, and then I market it Mop the floor with competition, my path isn't carpeted This shit is targeted verbal warfare, I been harvesting The power of the mind and spirit, emotions I'm harboring