Leaf-Bladed Sword

You'll never get the one up on me Everything I touch is all free I'm talking 5 finger discounts When I dismount, I'm pimp slapping everybody that's around I miss your touch now you're nothing but a phantom limb I stopped eating, call me Slim Jim Chomping through competition thank god I got a thick chin The way I'm stepping makes you question whether I got a weapon I'm from a different section, You should probably pray for protection My flow is something like a lethal injection Left to the brain, Right for the vein I forgot my name (Saint!) I just gotta maintain Why you pulling on my chain Once I pop out you cannot contain me (Yeah) I've been itching to pull it I can share a thousands reasons for the taste of a bullet But it's acquired just like how the caveman came up with fire (friction—get it?) I thought I vanquished all my anguish I guess I got complacent I bring the heat like the equator when I aim it at the paper You'll never get the one up on me Everything I touch is all free I'm talking 5 finger discounts When I dismount, I'm pimp slapping everybody that's around