Paroles de Bite Marks
(You) don’t want it with me at least not lyrically(You) don’t have the saliva needed to spit with me
(You) couldn’t see me even after Lasik surgery
I am by far verbally superior
I’m a shark… (x4)
My lyrics grab your attention like carnivorous birds claws
My verbal collage is beautiful like soothing music and a herbal massage
All I really do is sell and image like television
And conveniently fail to mention any personal flaws
Lyrically I’m more than worthy, sendin niggiz home on gurneys
I’ll snap a rapper in half like the wishing bone of turkeys
There’s professors from Harvard to Berkley wanting to murk me
Cause my existence contradicts their whole life’s work inertly
I’m like verbal science fiction, the illest semantics and flyest diction
Combined in one five minute giant mix in
I got professional biters hiding nightly right inside my kitchen
With spy equipment desperately tryinna listen
But I gotta protect my interests
I only write in abandoned airplane hangars and change languages every sentence
From English to Spanish, Lebanese and Egyptian
In invisible ink and read em back with fluorescent lenses cause…
(You) don’t want it with me at least not lyrically
(You) don’t have the saliva needed to spit with me
(You) couldn’t see me even after Lasik surgery You’re dumber than parents leaving they children to play with Michael
Your circumstance is a reflection of your poor judgment
That’s why I’m standing over you, faced-down on the floor, bludgeoned
Cause crossin me’s a poor philosophy, I warned you not to be
I throw a whole saguaro cactus at you horizontally
And clothesline your crew, with throat spines and watch em swell
I’m like the acupuncture therapist from hell
Swoopin down to clip you and handicap your balance
And snatch you off the ground with a pair of Cretaceous era pterodactyl talons
The pre-Jurassic body snatcher with a knack for clownin
Grab the mic in ciphers and saran-wrap tacks around it
Now you can call me a jerk if you'd like
But I ain’t takin crap from nobody like septic tank service workers on strike
I’m fervently tight, a gift to this art
You’re nothing more than an insignificant whiff of a fart and thus…
(You) don’t want it with me at least not lyrically
(You) don’t have the saliva needed to spit with me
(You) couldn’t see me even after Lasik surgery
I am by far verbally superior
I’m a shark… (x4)
My rhymes are like isolated cases of severe criminal insanity
They don’t occur often but if they do it’s a calamity
Lives get shattered and wives get battered and minds get splattered
My rhymes are way over your head like forest canopies…
I’ll swing a chain and chop your green to relish
And cut through your skeleton like jellyfish chillin by submarine propellers
Enough of being jealous I’m the meanest
I wore Adidas and graffitied on my own placenta as a fetus
And I get psycho when I write flows
My wrists are quite swole, I conduct whole symphonies with light poles
And it gets ice-cold when the maestro flows
With global temperatures colder than Pluto’s overnight lows
See I can’t sacrifice illness for time budgets
So I grind on whatever line that my mind’s stuck with
From defined to benign subjects
It just doesn’t get uttered till it lines up regardless of the rhyme’s substance
See rappers get jealous and hate on what they can’t achieve
Cause they ain’t hot and can’t get cold like antifreeze
But basically it’s easy as ABC’s
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST… (You!)
(You) don’t want it with me at least not lyrically
(You) don’t have the saliva needed to spit with me
(You) couldn’t see me even after Lasik surgery
I am by far verbally superior
I’m a shark… (x4)
(Thanks to Deepdax for these lyrics)
My verbal collage is beautiful like soothing music and a herbal massage
All I really do is sell and image like television
And conveniently fail to mention any personal flaws
Lyrically I’m more than worthy, sendin niggiz home on gurneys
I’ll snap a rapper in half like the wishing bone of turkeys
There’s professors from Harvard to Berkley wanting to murk me
Cause my existence contradicts their whole life’s work inertly
I’m like verbal science fiction, the illest semantics and flyest diction
Combined in one five minute giant mix in
I got professional biters hiding nightly right inside my kitchen
With spy equipment desperately tryinna listen
But I gotta protect my interests
I only write in abandoned airplane hangars and change languages every sentence
From English to Spanish, Lebanese and Egyptian
In invisible ink and read em back with fluorescent lenses cause…
(You) don’t want it with me at least not lyrically
(You) don’t have the saliva needed to spit with me
(You) couldn’t see me even after Lasik surgery You’re dumber than parents leaving they children to play with Michael
Your circumstance is a reflection of your poor judgment
That’s why I’m standing over you, faced-down on the floor, bludgeoned
Cause crossin me’s a poor philosophy, I warned you not to be
I throw a whole saguaro cactus at you horizontally
And clothesline your crew, with throat spines and watch em swell
I’m like the acupuncture therapist from hell
Swoopin down to clip you and handicap your balance
And snatch you off the ground with a pair of Cretaceous era pterodactyl talons
The pre-Jurassic body snatcher with a knack for clownin
Grab the mic in ciphers and saran-wrap tacks around it
Now you can call me a jerk if you'd like
But I ain’t takin crap from nobody like septic tank service workers on strike
I’m fervently tight, a gift to this art
You’re nothing more than an insignificant whiff of a fart and thus…
(You) don’t want it with me at least not lyrically
(You) don’t have the saliva needed to spit with me
(You) couldn’t see me even after Lasik surgery
I am by far verbally superior
I’m a shark… (x4)
My rhymes are like isolated cases of severe criminal insanity
They don’t occur often but if they do it’s a calamity
Lives get shattered and wives get battered and minds get splattered
My rhymes are way over your head like forest canopies…
I’ll swing a chain and chop your green to relish
And cut through your skeleton like jellyfish chillin by submarine propellers
Enough of being jealous I’m the meanest
I wore Adidas and graffitied on my own placenta as a fetus
And I get psycho when I write flows
My wrists are quite swole, I conduct whole symphonies with light poles
And it gets ice-cold when the maestro flows
With global temperatures colder than Pluto’s overnight lows
See I can’t sacrifice illness for time budgets
So I grind on whatever line that my mind’s stuck with
From defined to benign subjects
It just doesn’t get uttered till it lines up regardless of the rhyme’s substance
See rappers get jealous and hate on what they can’t achieve
Cause they ain’t hot and can’t get cold like antifreeze
But basically it’s easy as ABC’s
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST… (You!)
(You) don’t want it with me at least not lyrically
(You) don’t have the saliva needed to spit with me
(You) couldn’t see me even after Lasik surgery
I am by far verbally superior
I’m a shark… (x4)
(Thanks to Deepdax for these lyrics)
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