Plutonium Lyrics

Rocking with a convict

A sick dog with neoplasia

Call 'em a fucking problem

If you don't put 'em down I will

Then if your beagle bites me

Then I'll be diagnosed as an illegal

Uh

Infected with a parasitic affliction

And fitted with an accelerator

Heater, rod, and beam em

With the quickest trigger finger

Accurately crafting me as the villain

And the illest gunslinger

With no vision of the right or wrong

Type of bomb, or any diss in song

And you'll be asking me for mercy after battery

And everyone will get mad at me

So I'll have to see if I got time to spit a

Backhanded apology cause I'm not one to cop a plea or say that you're free of

Cartridges hitched to a magazine

When I call you out like I interrogate

Marinate and see the picture I try to paint

Lion manes will never put my nine to shame

And bitch you better die in vain

When I tie your veins to a limousine

And drag you around like a puppet on strings

And scream out the front seat

For everyone in front of the school

To come out and see the news

Just to send a message to the few who

Would try to fuck with me and come on through

You know what fuckin happens

Every time I drop an album

And top the charts like I'm Malcolm

And how come a white man rapping

Is seen as closer to Santa Clause

When the only ones you hear of are closer to being Kendrick Lamar

Not maybe when they start

But rapping is bigger than color

You motherfucker

Talk about bugging out

You lost focus on my lyrical plague

Like my page was written by Moses

During a swarm of locusts

And then I stole this scroll

Filled from top to bottom with every name I killed

I'm no weeb but I seem to be Teru Mikami

With a Death Note screaming delete

Like an electric eel and spill blood with a simple bill

To get bitches to climb a hill and stop on they heel

Like they're Achilles and I'm that single enemy

Carrying an arrow and my care is too low

Like I was not just booting hero's

And I'm shooting fucking sparrows

Harrowing the narrowing yet towering

Like our ring when they say they borrowing

Library of a lower king when they notice me

Prove to me you do see a legend when I'm lowering

Like I'm Norma Jean and I can't get enough of that prozine

Cause nausea and vomiting is the only cause of the

Rhymes in my mind and they like a reality you can't define

And finding this shit online and sharing it will be the only thing to make your spirits rise

Saying 'fye' and 'this shit is hype' is you making my money fly

Honey time to hit rewind cause I'm in your mind like a one-sided

Love and it goes by when you sit and cry

Cause really I don't blame you for missing rhymes I designed

Or the vibes I televise with the hypest lines and verses

That converse to you I'm hurt but when its dispersed

You know it's curtains for certain and I lurk with the next circuit

Of current that's ampin your life support with a surgeon

Waitin to put you under a slumber if that number goes below

What it needs to show, so for your sake you better hope that I keep going

And flowing I know it for sure like I'm Conan and Romans are totin

Their swords and they're showing their forts are destroyed by my

Stroid and my boy

If you know anything about value

Then I suggest you take a few Valiums

Sober up, fill your cup, I slowed down just to give you a re-up

Cause this beat is gonna switch

And you gonna slit your wrists

Cause the anxiety it's gonna cause you

Is gonna give you nothing but pain

Hydrochloric acid

My dome can pour this placid

Try more than your periplasm

By lowering your lil' maxim

Remember your fucking impact

Whether you flunked or are in tact

Better than punks who can't rap

I'll give you that

But kill your habit

Of actin wack and

Bumpin that lackey trap that got you stuck within a casket

Not really your fault, I got that

But, do you try to break out like you're held captive

Spread out your eggs to a new basket

Or I'll keep you askin how I keep lapping

And keep you laspin and lashing out

Like you're scared but you're passing out

Got my lair but I'm talent now

Just sought out for my talking how

Do you talk about your wallet mount

Cause if you just keep it real

Than tweet a picture of your account

And the check you got from the label

And label it "this is a paper weight"

Like you're a medieval papal state

Everyone hype but they can't relate

You are like pacer makes

They don't care bout no label name

Just the beat that make they heart race

And so my message to you is that if you think you're stable

You should change your style while you try and pile

A little million little hellions popping to a new album

With none of your older topics that's a challenge

And I'll bet you a hundred dollars

That you'll be talked about for an hour

Your fans will buy the shit and give you the fuckin power

To never cower again and break the mold

Break the trend and take the gold

That you're owed for takin a fucking risk

And spittin a little bit and not slitting your fucking wrists

I'll dab you up and not give you any more shit

Maybe then I'll offer to work with you in the morning

Of course that's a tour of greatness and

Shameless validation for a platinum or diamond record

And I'll feature on all the albums

You do after I see you talk some

And pause

I gotta give you a lesson

Like a professor of wealth

How to save up for a house

And not spend your amounts on hoes and volks

That won't get your kids a place to sit and play

Or lay awake and tell you they see a monster

Cause if you don't do that for your wife and daughter

I'll be the monster you try to stop from taking your

Dollar power

But if you never stop giving yourself an excuse

To never change your tunes

You'll be checking under the bed or in the closet

For yourself, you masochist

Start a chain reaction with a pain attraction

Lackadaisical river flow full of kids and adults

Who'd rather fantasize about themselves

Then take themself to a wood shelf and clean off the dust

Like Billy Mays in a pop-up

Who's on drugs when they listen to rap with they homies

That shit is on trust or rather a loss of memory

When you take that shit to the old days

And really act like you on that new grade

And bumpin lyricism heavy like that shit is new age