Open Em Up

[Intro]
In this motherfucker
And I know you can tell by the sound of this shit already:
You done put on something different
Well you damn right
Welcome to FuXXX Wit Me, hagh
Y'all ready for some true lyricism?
Well I hope so
So before we get it pop-pop-popping
We gonna have to hit em up with one
I'ma have to bust one for em
Yo, motherfucker, look

[Verse]
It's time to close the program then open em like an ocean sprayer
Told em [?] open em up with what I flow and say, they gon' ghost today
Hoping they get the picture, toast if they don't get the picture
Only hatchets split you quicker than this knife can stick ya
I can picture your life just inches away from a dire issue
Entire tissue boxes emptied out, people crying, they miss you
I'ma wave my handkerchief at you [?]
The karma'll get ya, or I'ma come get ya, I'ma come lynch ya, I'ma come-
Piss they family off, handle soft lyrics and I bet you I-
Get they hands locked to my awesome mind, I pop em eyes
Can't fuck with mine, I'm clutching nine- millimeter words
I'm putting up in the nurse til they coughing my lyrics up during coffee time
See me up and I'm walking right to the meat cabinet
He's savage, he get the tactical leech snatcher
He catch ya during teatime and detach ya
And these tactics, they're leaving paget's bloody
And he laughing, buddy, cause he don't give a fuck about that love he dubbing this
Yes, I'm back again to grab an axe and win
And when I grab an axe and win, I'm hacking them into ten pieces
Accidentally just [?] just witnessed [?], feel me
Getting cut up while they feel me, getting stuffed up in a fetal position
Need no petition, we on a mission up to get ya, see us coming
All over your bitch's tongue and she humming up all on my ballsack
I'm coming to ripping up all tracks
DNA swinging at your motherfucking cranium like a ball bat
Til they fall back, til they fall flat
Here to prove that they all wack
Call cats out and separate em like tall stacks
Split these bitches, get the pic? Kick, shit and spit these bitches out
You better watch your mouth, I'll have you throwing up sauerkraut
Going to power out this house and have your insides inside-out, woah
I'm inside your house, inside your couch, beside your spouse with duct tape over her mouth
Rip it off, open her mouth, busting a nut in her mouth then I'm out
And I ain't cutting none of that, I'm ready
The director's cut will cut you up and fuck you up
And that's what's up, so fuck that slut
That's a tough piece of meat that you [?] to swallow
He can do it til tomorrow, chilling in your [?]
Willing to kill all your sorrow
Sorry hoe, [?] though
[?], don't make me hostile cause I might just kill the show
Kill the mode, kill the whole world off
Girls pop their cherries to this
They want to get married and shit
But see me, I'm married to this
Lyrically bury my fist in your pussy and let it split
Tell me what man is ahead of this? I'll hand him his head and split
I'm a sicko psycho, get your eyes closed from my evil darkness
Leave his carcass in departures heartless cartilage unloaded
Up in your [?], I barely care, see, I'm care-free
And I'ma carry you to the cemetery very carefully because it's [?]
In my vicinity when I carry the heated machete to beat
The stuff I like to jam to, might just hand you [?]
Like a bamboo I'ma ram through, eyes are [?], eyes are dimple
Like a damsel in distress on the train track, bitch, just lay flat
I can handle mics as heavy as an anvil, that's a handful
But I'm known to come complex with what I present to you
May I present to you the one and only lyricist that's gonna attend to you
Who's bending you into a steel bar pretzel, that's hard tension
Step up to my mob, [?], lyrically lynching, leave you stenching
I'm creeping upon you like inching, they rubbing upon ya like an engine
Carefully pinned upon your pension, once upon a time this was the ending
But I [?], so we bringing it back to the beginning
Still grinning on all you motherfuckers
Welcome to FuXXX Wit Me

[Outro]
Ready for some, uh-
Some uh- uh- uh- uh- uh- um- uh
Real lyricism