P.M.S.

I grab Thanos and Darkseid by the back of the fuckin neck Bash their wigs together and Command em both to come correct Become erect the second that I make your mum upset Getting off on misfortune But I ain't cumming yet No punchline Less than one percent will notice Who counting syllables Tell em Hunter been the coldest Howling at the moon I be fuckin when its fullest Buggin eating bugs And debugging my diagnosis A corny 10 year old Could dismantle cactus jack Y'all a joke Switch your adlibs to a laughing track Ima a garbage pail kid You a cabbage patch Shove you up inside your father snatch bitch have him back No remorse I ain't trying to save the planet They'll be celebrating and dancin The day I can it F*ck em then decapitate em Like a praying mantis Convey on my canvas a display of my heinous antics You make no sense How's that negative balance Down the rabbit hole Laid up getting faded with Alice How you claim you the foulest But you afraid of the malice Bounce my knuckles off your face Until I'm making em calloused This ain't a ride better hop off of my nerves Everybody is an equal When the slaughtering occurs Put em in the freezer with the body parts that I preserve The audience con-curs They got what they deserved My best style vile I'm a horror connoisseur Reptile child I was born along a sewer Now I spit it for the morbid sorta kind of viewer Who like to hear about a whore tortured on a skewer F*ck the fainted hearted My mental remain guarded If you mumble in your verse You becoming the main target Now the pain starting, straining and making your veins harden You may not obtain pardon While hanging up chained starving