C-O-M-C (First Inscription)

Alright, Listen,

I'm just a bad guy

That fucks up even worse guys,

So who's first in line?

"You get murdered first,

No you, you get murdered first"

Look

I ask you don't make me wait

Im impatient like a cyclic Kay

Going ballistic

And I'm filled with a mental ill patients,

Animalistic rage, It's cannibalistic

And I'm Strafed

With a sickly ill patients sadistic brain,

It's sick and twisted.

Oh Damn!

That is all of my patience so take

Supercalafragulistic and stick it

See,

All these demons stay a nuisance,

Still Infusing their shitty two cents,

Then confusing and refusing

To loosen the moods,

That it chooses to screw with

Fuck that,

I'm here with a mic and I'm ready to fight,

They just fucked around

And their about to find out

That I'm going to be the last one

Standing at the end of this this

Five round- 6 minute rhyme bout

So just, sit back and relax

Maybe just kick back

While I spit a couple quick facts

Just listen close now cuz

I'm gunna send these rounds

Til I hear the click clacks

And my intricate sounds

Making my trigger finger

Itchy for it real bad

Stick around

My sob story starts now

So watch as I start to break bad real fast

Well First, Let me explain

Cuz it might be a pain

But, Your gunna watch

As I come for the king of hell now

And that stupid prick is fucking a sell out,

Nice try dick,

My soul is mine and it is not for sale now,

Maybe that's the reason why

I feel so God damn straight to hell bound.

See, me and the D. E. V. I. L

Can't strike a deal so

I rebelled and planned to kill like bill

And I'd do it just for the cheap thrills

But this "Reap" will creep

While he sleeps on his ZZ-Pills

But to really depict this shitty script,

I'll have to take you back a witty bit

Kinda like when my mom,

Said I shouldve went to jail,

Bu the time I was twelve,

Cuz I got expelled b.

I wailed on the bully,

For laughing at my selfie,

I guess he didnt think,

I could make him bruised and swelling

Well g, to tell you the truth,

I'm more evil than you.

A master mind like Gru,

I picked him up and

Put him on the pedi stool

And then kicked the legs loose

Until he scrame truce

Try and save his caboose

You silly goose

Ive already tied the noose

Nice and tight

Now say your last goodbyes,

You douche canoe.

Well,

If you like the whines I produce

then I have some freshly squeezed cranberries

I made with my bare handies just for you

And I hear they are just really really spicy fruits.

So Next in line please.

I jumped in my shoes with the wheelies

And rolled as fast as the breezy

No sheazy,

I tripped and fell into a well

And scrame for Ez to release me,

To get out of this heazy,

he told me "No Diddy"

"You put the lotion on its skizzy

or you get the hose ageezy."

For sheazy?

Fine! He Didn't even say it isn't nice to meet me!

So like Dirte,

I grabbed the mag,

And began to spazz on these beatskeez, beezy

And I won't stop til I get a signed SnapBack

Oh wait no fuck.

I'll take an assigned seating at the Sleezy Meetings

Til then ill just load the mag,

And unload the pad,

And begin to snap,

Like a broke K9

At the throat of a doped feline

I'll make you choke on every word you spoke

Until, you b-line, to the sea-side,

You better think twice,

Before I sink Nines.

Call me the "Lion King" since,

I chew through each and every one of you

And I'll stand ten toes in front of you

What you wanna do?

Don't you know I'm good at what I do

when I do what I wanna do?

So I think you're screwed like a two pound pooch

See

I'm the "Grim Reaper" but,

There's no ghost in sight,

It's what I like,

And it's how I write,

And my flow is unknown,

And prone to scare and smite,

The weak and sleep Woke,

And they say you "Reap" what you wrote,

So I won't Condone

Anything less than an extra crispy "Reaped" bone.

So please tell me is it wise of me

To use no disguise

Or a mirage

Since I ruthlessly demonize

The root facade

Created by a system

That produces frauds

And fake gods

Probably not

But the drive I have can not be stopped,

You wanna Pac me?

I think not

Listen, Don't you start your discipline

Or ill have you walking 80 miles up to

Muh Muh Muh Muh Muh Michigan for a little swim

Dont you get mad me and the holes I'm pokin,

Just wait till you hear the shit that I was grown in

Like how I was told, since I was 2 years old,

To beware, since the big bad wolf was always there,

And always near,

I Couldn't hide,

He was always in line of sight,

And Then to find out,

Your whole childhood was a lie

I could have been fine,

I could have had a good time

But I can't get back the times

That I had walked the line

Just to make sure he wouldn't

Snap and bite or take out

His nine one final time

Or how bout the fact that

I moved so many times

That I wish I could list them

But that would cause the system

To terminate and pause,

Detonate and cause a detonishion (blah)

Then you have to make the decision, wishin,

You had a friend to listen,

But instead you spread lead with precision,

And Now their dead

And like a ten car collision

Bodies start to stack

Like a dish in the kitchen,

Then just like that I look back

And all my burnin bridges start to collapse,

So I brace for the impact

And wait for the kick backs,

Then I get up to look around

And see what's left,

But it's just my anxiety and ADHD

That beg and plead,

For sweet release

And they just won't let me,

Sleep or breath

So I get on my knees,

And begin to scream,

But like the tree that fell

In the path you pass

While taking a hike,

Or maybe even while riding your bike,

Noone was there to hear the fall.

Enough of the dwelling on old fairy tells

So it's time for the next demon in line

Cuz it's time for demon time.

While im spittin cursid venom from my lips,

Your drippin in Demons splurge

Til you regurge your din din, (blah)

I make an incision in search

For the henchman that's hissin

"Beat her into submission

And all will be forgiven"

Sometimes that I wish

That a penance would be a good enough sentence

Because I'm clearly a menace or a villain

That is just wanting revenge and vengeance

But honestly,

If these bitch ass bitches would just stop and listen

They'd learn from the mission I was given

For I have risen

And I'm forgiven

"Dak your trippin,"

I'm just kiddin,

I'm not god

I'm the mother fucking trinity

And in an instant I flash

I blast past infinity,

I fear nothing besides

Leaving my daughter behind

In this fucked up land of misery

It's honestly not a mystery

Even I'm fucking sick of me

I need to seek a new destiny

Before I freak out and seek clout

Just so I can pummel every one

Of these beats with obscene sounds.

It makes me so sea sick,

To depict the innuendos I spit,

How I can take a blank page and

Then come up with this wicked script,

If you think you can "STAN" up to me

Buddy you aren't sick,

You have an illness

That can only be cured

By instilling realness and

I'm the mother fucking realest.

So listen bitches

I have a little proposition

Under one simple condition.

Come walk a mile in my timbs

With six broken limbs,

And see,

That I'm the legendary "Blue Eyed White Dragon"

That is blastin so much passion through the static

In fact it's Dak and I'm now the baddest savage

That'll ravage through the passsge reekin havoc

With spiritualistic, quick witted and mystic,

Antagonistic, not your typical average type spitting.

I chisel contradictive and artistic,

Hieroglyphic, inscription that'll make you

Piss and shit in your britches

From the way it was written.

See, just watch and listen as I

Hulk smash and mash it with intention

To bring attention to the ignorant ass hats

That lack sense while laughin and cackling

After smackin jasmine off the magic flying carpet

While grapplin Aladdin for that Will Smith

Three wish genie magic lamp.

And since its the first acrobatic slap

And off the bat I'm like a rabbid rabbit

Making you do a backflip into an open casket

In front of the masses and now

I'm clappin and snappin like I'm Carroll Baskin

Waiting for Tiger Woods backswing so he can hack it.

Don't you see these lyrical backflips

Make me an addict to stabbin

When I get to blabbing

And I'm going bad b so call me batty

When i get to battling these

Babbling baddies with a bat swing

And then with ease I'll wrap these

Wack ass rappers up in used condom wrapper

Then I'll throw them into the used postpartum hamper

With the soiled pampers while

I'm still rapping about rap, wraps and rappers

And then I can begin wrapping it up so i can say

"Now that's a rap you crotch goblin batter wrapper"