It's impossible, seems like an implausible dream

Positive clean thoughts intervene

But they're all either altered and mean

Assault and demean, tossed and they're being lost in the scheme

Squashed in between a brainwashing machine

Like an Islamic regime, a jihadist extreme radical

Suicide bomber that's seeing

Ariana Grande sing her last song of the evening

And as the audience from the damn concert is leaving

Detonates the device strapped to his abdominal region

I'm not gonna finish that, for obvious reasons

But bring your dogs, I'ma muzzle 'em

I'm not Middle Eastern but I'll make a bitch rock a hijab

And at least a extra large in a T-shirt

Headscarf and a piece of tarp underneath the carpet, hasta la vista

I go Hamas on the beats, a paradox on the beach

And a pair of crotchless underwear on a terrorist watch list

Gettin' head in the sand like an embarrassed ostrich

Professional shit sprayer

Bitch watch who you talkin' to, like Apple wristwear

Endangered species in this ABC shit a bit scarce

Prey's decreasing, I face extinction like disc players

Told this chick she's hot as Jada Pinkett

And just stared 'til I made her think it

Said, "Maybe we should just get married."

She's facing me, I placed my feet with my hips square

Tell her, "Turn around," spread her legs for me, then I hit bare

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Creature from the Black Lagoon

I reach up and I smack the moon

You're grief struck that I'm back so soon

Your teacher for this afternoon

Creep up with a pack of hoodlums

We pack a punch like Caprisun

Heat tucked like we each snuck in a sub-machine gun

We stuck in a submarine bun, with a bag of shrooms

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Deranged ringleader, depraved king

Who mainstream media hates

Which makes things easier, still under scrutiny

Villainous smooth criminal, livin' room

With the nude Reese Witherspoon

Who was bruised, beat with a broom

It's in two pieces, and lays deceased in it

Pit with a chewed leash, and his chain-link leapin' it

Live in the booth, shave, eat, bathe, drink, sleep in it

R-A-P bleed the shit, still and I poop, pee it

It's a spillage, a sewage leak, waist-deep feces

The syllables ooze fecal, they feel like renewed leases

'Cause my brain releases 'em

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Vicodins, Nuprins, I bite them and chew them

The whites and the blues mixed with nitrous balloons

And I like to sniff gluesticks, put Ricin on toothpicks

On the mic I'm just ruthless, a crisis, a nuisance

Who I influence I give two shits

If they wanna license my music to entice with

Then use the shit like it's the blueprint for ISIS recruitment

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But you bozos keep givin' the flamethrower fuel

No one's ever sank lower, shrewd, and way more rude

Beast-mode like a lawn-mower blade rolled through it

And this has little to do with bein' gay, boy

It's just where the wordplay's goin'

But ain't much I can say or do

'Cause ain't no excuse, the way I go at you {censored}

You say I'm always screw-faced

So if I look your way, you're screwed

'Cause if looks could kill, I could start a hate war too

'Cause I'd murder you straight bitches by turnin' the gaze on you

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Oh, and I'm just playin' ladies, you know I love you

I got a idea for a line

He announced the freestyle via Twitter on November 30, 2018

Improvised play on words and a cipher in itself > because he likes doing that shit in the craziest way

It's like if Picasso painted the Mona Lisa blind folded

It's neither good nor bad

Just reference points