Illustrate - Verbal Kent

I told myself, «Time to illustrate

Fill 'em with the hate that filled you.»

And if you like the message that fulfills you

No truer words were spoken or exchanged ever

Between me or another

I’ll die by those words, a triumphant motherfucker

Cause living for myself takes precedence

And this body’s where my own soul makes residence

Hound on that scent to make sense for dead presidents

Of cents slid ahead of said reverence

Redirect my rhetoric like Federer

The evidence left make peoples pupils dilated like if Evidence left

Come between me and my family, put a gun in your mouth

You ate/eight nine you right between seven and ten

You see me coming, better rise, no unleven bread

I fake independently, it’s like I’m a Seven Head

I ride the beat you ride the seat right on the end of the bench

This could disconnect the neck right from the head of a witch

You never knew I spit a rap that slapped and split a wig

I throw Hulk Hogan across a room like he’s a Kristen Wiig

Kris Kringle at Hanukkah high off chronica

Hiding behind a candelabra, can’t believe it’s Monica’s kid

Verbal first name, the worst thang to happen to the Earth came

Stealing the birthday

I think it was a Thursday

I’ll cut your fucking head off and leave it in a bird cage

First leave you begging for first aid

Handing out personal earthquakes

Shake your soul out and now your body is my personal work space

Examining the fabric of life, the life scientist

Put my foot in your ass, it’s shitty for podiatrists

Sci-Fi Channel, grip a handle and chill

My father saw when he analyzed the man that he built

All in in any hand he was dealt

Strip poker with the doctors at the board north of Andersonville

And Roger’s Park

«Hack off the top of the head

Of the next wack off to rap wack off the top of the head»