Hook – aggressive, half-sung like Eminem)
Yeah, I’m the sickest, twist ya like Twista on a mission,
Spit ammunition, leave the competition in submission.
Brain’s a guillotine, slicin’ every syllable vicious,
You a gimmick, I’m the villain with the venomous linguistics.
Rapid fire, wire your jaw shut, no rebuttal,
I’m the trouble you can’t muzzle, watch the whole game crumble.
Eminem flow mixed with Twista speed, unholy,
Bow down or get bodied—your choice, holy moly.
(Verse 1 – Eminem style: storytelling, dark humor, multies)
I’m back in the lab, black hoodie, no sleep, eyes redder than Satan’s,
Pad full of pages, rages caged in, flamin’ like a dragon’s breath—waitin’.
You rappers are actors, plastic, no passion, just fashion and captions,
I’m the assassin with syllables stabbin’, leavin’ gashes in fractions.
Grew up on scraps, now I’m scrappin’ for scraps? Nah, I’m scrappin’ your whole catalog,
Turn your bravado to ash, body bag it, drag it, catalog the damage I caused.
Psychopathic with the pen, schizophrenic when the beat drops,
I see red dots on your head, pop pop—your career? Deadlocked.
You tweet tough, but in person you’re sweeter than Fruit Loops,
I’m the truth serum, lucid dreamer, schemin’ schemes in two suits.
Mom’s spaghetti? Nah, this stomach full of butterflies and razor blades,
Still spittin’ flames while y’all debate if you even got a pulse in the grave.
(Hook)
Yeah, I’m the sickest, twist ya like Twista on a mission,
Spit ammunition, leave the competition in submission.
Brain’s a guillotine, slicin’ every syllable vicious,
You a gimmick, I’m the villain with the venomous linguistics…
(Verse 2 – Twista chopper speed, triple-time feel, dense internals)
Accelerate, never hesitate, levitate the hate, detonate the state of rap,
Obliterate, exterminate, generate the pain, you can’t relate to that.
Multisyllabic acrobatic, automatic, problematic,
Tactical, radical, anatomical damage—catastrophic.
I’m the phonetic phonetician, demolition expert,
Perfection personified, verse after verse I’m a public threat.
You a tourist in the cypher, I’m the purist with the virus,
Spiral your entire empire to the wires—check the mileage.
Faster than a heartbeat in a cardiac arrest,
Dark art, spark the flame, leave a carcass with no flesh.
Twista tempo tempered with the Shady sense of menace,
Menace to society, quietly rewirin’ your synapses.
No cap, all facts, I attack the track like a raptor,
Snap your neck with the lexicon, leave you lackin’ in the after.
From Bakersfield dirt to the top of the Earth, I’m absurd with the words,
You heard? Get served, disturbed, interred—six feet, no rebirth.
(Outro – slowing down then exploding)
So tell ‘em I’m the illest, realest, killin’ every beat I visit,
Twista-Eminem hybrid, infinite, you can’t mimic.
Sick… sick… sicker than the industry’s conscience,
I’m the consequence.
Now bow.
(Beat drops out)
…Or get bodied.
