The Teknoist - Statement Of Intentional Bitterness lyrics

'Cause I never did business in little fucking Italy

You not as cold as me
Motherfucker, stop pretending
I'll murder you in front of your crib like John Lennon
Rip the tendons outta your muscle to cut the tension
I'm beyond your comprehension
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm
I'm beyond your comprehension

Like related subatomic particles
Subatomic particles [3x]
Until a legion of demons whisper the meaning of life in ya ear

Scientifically, specifically, spitting out the spick in me, prolifically

Darker than Sicily, rippin' above the averages
You hold no weight, like bitches after miscarriages
And your label produces no kids like gay marriages

I'll crack your skull when i smash your face into the mic

I spit nastier than regurgitating period juice