Beam Me Up Lyrics

Scotty beam me up, I'm battle tested like an armored truck

I don't believe in luck, I'll put in work so I can make a buck

Roll a dutch, pistol packs a punch, shoot you in your gut

The finest independent artist since the one from What They Want

I rap circles around these lyric-less whack turtles

I pack cannons on my back like an evolved Squirtle

Call me Mordecai, I'll go to war for mine

My style's borderline schizophrenic, techniques been immortalized

This shit is organized violence at its fucking finest

I'll spit in your face and give your ass Corona Virus

I'll stab your iris, bash you in your fucking eyelids

Not afraid to get violent, I resurrect the dead like Osiris

I'll go supersonic, I'm diabolic, the youngest prophet

Spewing gas like a rocket, I'm in the zone like Tyler Lockett

Slap your ass like a Bop It when Will Smith comes a knocking

Hiding out like Bin Laden, a killer on the loose like Walter White

I'll snap your neck on sight without a fight

I'm Iron Mike mixed with Mayweather, one punch you'll lose your sight

I'll knock your fucking lights out like Khabib, I got hooks like Kareem

I'm the dream team, top 3, but not the two

And not the three, I'm stinging like a fucking bumblebee

Blasting off like an RPG, swarming in like kamikazes

Every track I'm catching bodies, drop the top like Maserati's

Evolve like a Tamagotchi, till I blow like Nagasaki

I'm back again like Brady in another Super Bowl

Taking shots like McGrady, the most improved, I'm on a fucking roll

Catch me in the pick and roll, I'll flip the script and take control

I'm Gretzky but without the stick, I don't need it to reach my goal

I'm number one like Murray, got my goals on lock like Fleury

My punches harder than the one's Deontay took from Fury

Fuck a splash, I'm making wav's, catch em on Tidal

I'm revving up and spewing smoke instead of sitting idle

A lyrical disciple, headhunting like sniper rifles

Its recommended you wear a helmet like motorcycles

I don't recycle bars, enough gas to get to Mars

Is what I'm packing, I'm on my way to become a star

Is this the Krusty Krab, no bitch, this is Patrick

My thoughts are quicker than Danica, I need psychiatric

I'm out my fucking mind like Biden, bitch I'm geriatric

But I'm a three-headed dragon, each song I'm scoring hat tricks

I write a story, record it, and then I market it

Mop the floor with competition, my path isn't carpeted

This shit is targeted verbal warfare, I been harvesting

The power of the mind and spirit, emotions I'm harboring