The Evil Virgin

[Intro]
It's fine
That's fine, I'll sit- I'll sit back
Nah, haha, nah, you don't want me to get involved
Because trust me, you just don't
You just fuckin' don't
I'ma sit here and drink my fuckin' water
Today's not the fuckin' day

[Verse]
Wakin' up in the morning, solo soldier
Grabbin' my weapon, I shoot from the shoulder
I am a virgin that's headed up to here
I'm telling you "Look here, I'm comin' to fold ya"
You may not know who the fuck that I am
I am the Saltwater right in the sand
I am the good guy that's tired of being the good guy
So I'ma snap like a man at the prime of my killin'
I am a serial killer who's deeply been withholding feelings
When I see him, he sees me and knows it's just something about me
Hе knows he don't wanna come feel him
The alpha, I'm out in thе wheatgrass
Your feet better be fast, my teeth'll be sinkin' in deep
I'm out on the hunt for a mate and I take what I want, women better listen when I speak
I'm a G at the highest degree, you don't know how I be behind the smile that I present to you
Wanna come see? Then come see, I'll meet you under the tree
Open you up like a present, you do what I say
Follow my lead
There won't be a reason for you to bleed
And I'ma come crunk with the hypeness
Like XXX up on the stage, in your hood sippin' tea
Who could it be but that M-double-A-B?
I was raised by the mob of emcees
K-Rino and Z-Ro, and every other rapper out in Houston and the SBCSUC
I really don't give a fuck no more
I been there, I done that, I came back, I'm here for the stay
You wanna fuck around in this rap game? You better beware whenever you hear the name "DNA"
You think I'ma play? You sadly mistaken
I tally occasions of how we display, shut your lousy audacious deep valley of tasteless word rally of basic dumb phrases
So I proudly decayed him and now he be layin' six feet in that grave with that new music playin'
All I'm sayin' is I don't know how he can take it
I'm diggin' him up, grab him by the neck
Swingin' my fist at his face 'til I break it
I am the deep-underground Tru Lyricist, welcome to my basement
I pull out this [?], then I pull out my cock and I'm lettin' these women come over and taste it
First, let me pull out this Glock, come taste it
Cockin' it back in your faces
Slidin' it up in your pussy, I make it go pop, and now I know that you can't taste it
All in your mouth, from your guts to your spleen to your abdomen
I had him in the worst spot he could ever imagine to be in
I'm lookin' in the window when I see a couple trees, and I think it's time for treason
I think it's the season, no reason for me to be seizin' your presence of family members too
You're gonna remember who's the real grinch that stole Lynchmas
'Cause the Lynch that stole Christmas was missin' the words at the beginning of the flow
I don't be givin' a fuck when I'm up in the game and I'm comin' to get it, I'm lettin' it go
Flippin' my tongue on a freestyle, doin' it for the fun of it
But I run this shit, so walk on back and do it slow

[Outro]
Your human mind is stupid
It's not satisfied
It think it knows what it wants, then it wants more
And I say, think you know somebody?
All it takes is the right time and place and mechanics
For anyone with the right words, moves, comfort
It's not about your taste