Cobras

I tried to be docile but the instrumentals make me homicidal . I've tried to chill out with this but the wordplay justs comes out of me vicious. They pray they ain't prey to a beast like me. The beauty that comes when I lay these ryme schemes on some beats. The feeling of defeat washes over them. Like the waves on a coast line. Like most wish they could do but I'll let the results boast for themselves. I just generate heat with only a few lines. Thats what happens with a mind like mine. I'm just too ill they don't want to deal with me like I was on hospice. Toxic flows like cobras when I spit. They gonna have to take a seat and sit down. As these lyrics seep in. Like some heat seeking missiles. Going straight for the temples. Have their brains flat linin. Linin my pockets while I do it. I guess its safe to say I make a killing. A mess and bloody sight is what is left when the led shots take flight. All I see now in days are green lights. Sorry mom your first born is a addict for them blue face bills. I feel hyped when I kill a beat. I feel the need to do so if I want to sleep. Just let it all go. The docs don't know what to call me besides a paradox. I am cold yet so hot. When they hear the flow like a freeze or a hotburn. Their mind won't let the memory go,as they struggle to forget. I just sit back laugh and mock they can't believe the skill set cocky is what they thought of me. They realized soon after they witnesses the lyrical prowess I possess. It wasn't arrogance but confidence. Like a marksman I don't need no red or green beam assistance to hit my targets. They get filled with hate. When they feel the shock waves. When I kill a beat. Obliterated is the state I leave these melodies. Taking souls like David Goggins leaving bodies behind me on my war path. Another stat to add to the murder rate. I am in the major leagues you a rookie with those numbers. I make your block hot in the middle of December. All your neighbors finna call the cops. They hearing those thunder rounds sound off. Havin a opp swimmin with the fishes like Hasselhoff. Hustle my ass off trying to get new assets. Just trying to get the Latinas with a big fatty ass-ets. The type my hands can't forget. On a beat killin spree. Got the crowds jumpin head bobin and bumpin with the shit pumpin out of me. Never sold drugs but I'm dealin bars. About my chedda but I am not a rat. Hotter than any other contender. First of my breed till I plant my seed. They can't read the writing on the walls. All their lives gonna meet the end when I am gripping this pen. All I can do is win. Had to dumb down the wordplay to a Dr. Seuss reading level. Whose is the only one they understand. They can't see how I'm able to withstand. I just see all the bands that can be made.