Mac Lethal King Of The Insects Freestyles
(I didn't write any of this down...this is all memory
shit)
A lotta times it's abstract I keep it obvious tho
And hit 'em in the jaw with the stream o' consciousness
flow
I let 'em know I'm like a black crow sittin on a brown
fence
Deflect the ego, and wonder where the crowd went
King of the Insects, Czar of the Sardines
You're bout to tumble on down to the farm teams
I used to wear jeans, now it's all slacks and a theme
where I scream on your counterfeit raps, cuz they're
wack
They're lookin at my white skin like,
How is this cat gettin acrimonious from, outta his trap
Cuz I smack the phonious rhyme spitters and I cut that
neck bone, wait
I'm gon' kiss you with the death set of pentagram lips
And a long list of little kids and all their pistol
machinery
They never mean a thing to me
So f..ck'em and their idiosyncracies
Sleep please do it eyes wide the f..ck open
Keep quiet, no talkin til I am done smokin
Now the iron-gun totin little gangster that's real
You're more like a violent nun hoping people feel that
your anger is real
but you squeal like an ex German Seal
That got clubbed, in the pop club
Tote the shield, I broke the top seal
Like catcher in the eye with the rope and hot steel
Catcher in the Rye like I'm Holden Caulfield
The stretcher and the siren's will show it's all real
A detriment, society corrodes, you all kneel down
How the f..ck do you all feel now, hmm?
I gotta ask Snarky Nosey how his beats are beautiful
like Parker Posey
But I don't give a f..ck how dark the rose be,
Cuz rappers just spit malarky mostly, what?
I didn't hear that
Now my oil tank hearts gonna turn all of the tears
black
Stear back, sensitive woman
I got a comfy old couch, come sit on the cushion
