Laser’s Beaming
[Verse 1]
Burn a hole through your skull, I don't see no brains
I been tweaking out behind the mic, seeing things
He say he going off, man, cut that off, he a lame
Lyrical scrabble, get your whole mind frame rearranged
"DNA, man, he a fake" Yeah, I love to see 'em hate
"He a wannabe" Yeah, I wanna be 3 feet away from ya
An arm's length to ya, let me hear you say that
To my motherfuckin' face, we'll never see the day
I'm taking off like a 700 horsepower stang
Burning rubber, drifting smooth as butter in the turning lane
Slide to electric, back to the right, machine guns out the tailpipes
Say goodnight goodnight, hit the light, the show's over
I'm all perked up and I ain't no have folders
Ain't had no pills, ain't had no cold ones
Sober-minded, I'm a lyrical soldier
Post horizon all these rap game posers
The one-man tank get your crew ran over
Flattened out, laugh at 'em, batting 'em out the park
Babe Ruth left-field, stadium lights shattering in the dark
Come and dance with the killer clowns from outer space
This that COVID spit, leave the crowd without a taste
Dagon flow, atmospheric, leaving you without a face
The twister 'bout to hit your front porch, feel the warm embrace
Poltergeist walking in this bitch like "what the fuck is up?"
Any rapper think they rappin' though, I bet I'll fuck 'em up
2024, mortuary all you sucker fucks
Tru Fam United in here, you know what the fuck is up
[Hook]
I'm Brandon Breyer, focused with the lasers beaming
The lasers beaming, the lasers beaming
I'm Brandon Breyer, focused with the lasers beaming
The lasers beaming, the lasers beaming
[Verse 2]
Lasers beaming, I'm a blazing demon angel from ancient semen
Lames are leaning in for a sample, got a taste and now they fiending
Scratching at their neck, talkin' about "they got these cheeseburgers"
"They still hot, DNA, have a bite and please murder the mic again"
Don't I always shine no matter what light I'm in?
I'm A plus, so be ready when you see D, and I ain't talkin' vitamins
Where is the E? It ain't in the tru, I'm writing them my autograph
You like Hip-Hop? Well, I'm your savior, but don't thank me - thank God I rap
You oughta act grateful every time I give you a plateful
Of sensationable word herbs I'm sprinkling like basel
I'm the [?] table mixed with the night of the living dead
And I'm here to eat your brain, sucker, all I see is red
Shark den, circling around you in the sea of red
All your limbs getting mangled, all I see's your head
I'm scrolling down through the comments tryna see what they said
These haters always spying on me like they the feds
So I light 'em up with some lasers like some infrareds
Leatherface 'em on a meat hook, hangin' in the shed
Horrorcore wreckronomicon spits, Book of the Wreck
Juice? No thanks, not thirsty, here's your blank check
[Hook]
I'm Brandon Breyer, focused with the lasers beaming
The lasers beaming, the lasers beaming
I'm Brandon Breyer, focused with the lasers beaming
The lasers beaming, the lasers beaming
[Verse 3]
I take measures to pull your intestines out like tape measures
And take pleasure in these diabolic lyrical rape gestures
Come and fester around in the house
Or would you rather have your nuts and guts and brains displayed on a silver platter?
Cut that chit-chatter, come get your shit battered by the sick rapper
"DNA, who you after?" The ones that claim they can spit faster
I got laser focus, dimwits making me hit a rift of slick laughter
Then we go from who's spitting faster to who can throw fists faster
They wanna take it there 'cause they know that they can't out-rap this rapper
Three verses of [?] horrorcore flick
Slash [?] this
Natural takes 'em to the unnatural invasion, taking 'em
Sucked him up into the spaceship, butt-fucked him and phased him
Then I faced him towards the exit and kicked his ass out back into space
And I'm on the Hal 9000 2001 Space Odyssey spaceship
How? Just face it, how you not gonna know how I do it
You too basic to hang with the tru, I drill a hole through your brain and scoop it
Like Dahmer, turn your brains into glue like fluid
Now who it is thinking that they can hang with the truest? You're clueless
You better get one, you better get your advice straight
'Fore I slice straight through your face with the ice skate
Halloween H2O shit, you can't approach my devotion
You know it's too enclosed inside of the nucleus of the atomic bomb explosion
I'm toasting this track to my truest fans
I'm Brandon Breyer, focused with the lasers beaming, man