C-O-M-C (First Inscription)

Alright, Listen, I'm just a bad guy That fucks up even worse guys, So who's first in line? "You get murdered first, No you, you get murdered first" Look I ask you don't make me wait Im impatient like a cyclic Kay Going ballistic And I'm filled with a mental ill patients, Animalistic rage, It's cannibalistic And I'm Strafed With a sickly ill patients sadistic brain, It's sick and twisted. Oh Damn! That is all of my patience so take Supercalafragulistic and stick it See, All these demons stay a nuisance, Still Infusing their shitty two cents, Then confusing and refusing To loosen the moods, That it chooses to screw with F*ck that, I'm here with a mic and I'm ready to fight, They just fucked around And their about to find out That I'm going to be the last one Standing at the end of this this Five round- 6 minute rhyme bout So just, sit back and relax Maybe just kick back While I spit a couple quick facts Just listen close now cuz I'm gunna send these rounds Til I hear the click clacks And my intricate sounds Making my trigger finger Itchy for it real bad Stick around My sob story starts now So watch as I start to break bad real fast Well First, Let me explain Cuz it might be a pain But, Your gunna watch As I come for the king of hell now And that stupid prick is fucking a sell out, Nice try dick, My soul is mine and it is not for sale now, Maybe that's the reason why I feel so God damn straight to hell bound. See, me and the D. E. V. I. L Can't strike a deal so I rebelled and planned to kill like bill And I'd do it just for the cheap thrills But this "Reap" will creep While he sleeps on his ZZ-Pills But to really depict this shitty script, I'll have to take you back a witty bit Kinda like when my mom, Said I shouldve went to jail, Bu the time I was twelve, Cuz I got expelled b. I wailed on the bully, For laughing at my selfie, I guess he didnt think, I could make him bruised and swelling Well g, to tell you the truth, I'm more evil than you. A master mind like Gru, I picked him up and Put him on the pedi stool And then kicked the legs loose Until he scrame truce Try and save his caboose You silly goose Ive already tied the noose Nice and tight Now say your last goodbyes, You douche canoe. Well, If you like the whines I produce then I have some freshly squeezed cranberries I made with my bare handies just for you And I hear they are just really really spicy fruits. So Next in line please. I jumped in my shoes with the wheelies And rolled as fast as the breezy No sheazy, I tripped and fell into a well And scrame for Ez to release me, To get out of this heazy, he told me "No Diddy" "You put the lotion on its skizzy or you get the hose ageezy." For sheazy? Fine! He Didn't even say it isn't nice to meet me! So like Dirte, I grabbed the mag, And began to spazz on these beatskeez, beezy And I won't stop til I get a signed SnapBack Oh wait no f*ck. I'll take an assigned seating at the Sleezy Meetings Til then ill just load the mag, And unload the pad, And begin to snap, Like a broke K9 At the throat of a doped feline I'll make you choke on every word you spoke Until, you b-line, to the sea-side, You better think twice, Before I sink Nines. Call me the "Lion King" since, I chew through each and every one of you And I'll stand ten toes in front of you What you wanna do? Don't you know I'm good at what I do when I do what I wanna do? So I think you're screwed like a two pound pooch See I'm the "Grim Reaper" but, There's no ghost in sight, It's what I like, And it's how I write, And my flow is unknown, And prone to scare and smite, The weak and sleep Woke, And they say you "Reap" what you wrote, So I won't Condone Anything less than an extra crispy "Reaped" bone. So please tell me is it wise of me To use no disguise Or a mirage Since I ruthlessly demonize The root facade Created by a system That produces frauds And fake gods Probably not But the drive I have can not be stopped, You wanna Pac me? I think not Listen, Don't you start your discipline Or ill have you walking 80 miles up to Muh Muh Muh Muh Muh Michigan for a little swim Dont you get mad me and the holes I'm pokin, Just wait till you hear the shit that I was grown in Like how I was told, since I was 2 years old, To beware, since the big bad wolf was always there, And always near, I Couldn't hide, He was always in line of sight, And Then to find out, Your whole childhood was a lie I could have been fine, I could have had a good time But I can't get back the times That I had walked the line Just to make sure he wouldn't Snap and bite or take out His nine one final time Or how bout the fact that I moved so many times That I wish I could list them But that would cause the system To terminate and pause, Detonate and cause a detonishion (blah) Then you have to make the decision, wishin, You had a friend to listen, But instead you spread lead with precision, And Now their dead And like a ten car collision Bodies start to stack Like a dish in the kitchen, Then just like that I look back And all my burnin bridges start to collapse, So I brace for the impact And wait for the kick backs, Then I get up to look around And see what's left, But it's just my anxiety and ADHD That beg and plead, For sweet release And they just won't let me, Sleep or breath So I get on my knees, And begin to scream, But like the tree that fell In the path you pass While taking a hike, Or maybe even while riding your bike, Noone was there to hear the fall. Enough of the dwelling on old fairy tells So it's time for the next demon in line Cuz it's time for demon time. While im spittin cursid venom from my lips, Your drippin in Demons splurge Til you regurge your din din, (blah) I make an incision in search For the henchman that's hissin "Beat her into submission And all will be forgiven" Sometimes that I wish That a penance would be a good enough sentence Because I'm clearly a menace or a villain That is just wanting revenge and vengeance But honestly, If these bitch ass bitches would just stop and listen They'd learn from the mission I was given For I have risen And I'm forgiven "Dak your trippin," I'm just kiddin, I'm not god I'm the mother fucking trinity And in an instant I flash I blast past infinity, I fear nothing besides Leaving my daughter behind In this fucked up land of misery It's honestly not a mystery Even I'm fucking sick of me I need to seek a new destiny Before I freak out and seek clout Just so I can pummel every one Of these beats with obscene sounds. It makes me so sea sick, To depict the innuendos I spit, How I can take a blank page and Then come up with this wicked script, If you think you can "STAN" up to me Buddy you aren't sick, You have an illness That can only be cured By instilling realness and I'm the mother fucking realest. So listen bitches I have a little proposition Under one simple condition. Come walk a mile in my timbs With six broken limbs, And see, That I'm the legendary "Blue Eyed White Dragon" That is blastin so much passion through the static In fact it's Dak and I'm now the baddest savage That'll ravage through the passsge reekin havoc With spiritualistic, quick witted and mystic, Antagonistic, not your typical average type spitting. I chisel contradictive and artistic, Hieroglyphic, inscription that'll make you Piss and shit in your britches From the way it was written. See, just watch and listen as I Hulk smash and mash it with intention To bring attention to the ignorant ass hats That lack sense while laughin and cackling After smackin jasmine off the magic flying carpet While grapplin Aladdin for that Will Smith Three wish genie magic lamp. And since its the first acrobatic slap And off the bat I'm like a rabbid rabbit Making you do a backflip into an open casket In front of the masses and now I'm clappin and snappin like I'm Carroll Baskin Waiting for Tiger Woods backswing so he can hack it. Don't you see these lyrical backflips Make me an addict to stabbin When I get to blabbing And I'm goin