Smithereens

Too many days I fucked up Could trust none Been stepped on and chewed up And tossed on Had to respawn and come back A martyr here to murder Any motherfucker in my path Been 16 with eccys and eskies With fake cunts who did nothing but test me Fill my body narcotics but i'm empty Try to win the favor of anybody Who let me (Anybody) Huh Now i see where the real is True ones, still here We can do this My team TJ and they knew this Had to eat shit, kick rocks Just to build this I see get fucked With your fake noise Hit 'em with a lyrical cannon Like i'm Blastoise Did it 'til i'm sick in the stomach Like it was food poison Huh Huh Digest pills I wanted to fill a deep void and Been sent to Earth Just to destroy it Seen men run They wanna e-void it Battle me? I show you where to invoice it Better pay this fee It ain't free to be toyed with Been fucked too much For me to be coy bitch We can fisticuff They in a hole or ditch Yeah You wack as shit You rappers Can't speak like this You actors I seen them try I see these fakes You all can suck my dick We are not alike I'm a real one Through the depths of hell What i been on What i been on Now my aliens here We the fenom Here us come You can tell by the theme song They can't take it when the heats on They try to come back Wanna lean on But they only see now When the team strong Back then when i didn't have shit And I couldn't do this Not one of you cunts were ever keen on me Yeah They already know what the fuck it is Trip Jacket Mafia Let's go! All I ever knew is move With the movement Spit bars that flew and skewed through the booth with All of my might This mic like a blueprint How to make cunts despise you through music In Sydney these guys gotta prove shit But stepping to me Get schooled they my students I spit *ack phew" They like how I do this TJM we hellhounds you stupid Prove this game Can't fuck with me when I nuke it Puking, so sick bars That'll make 'em turn blue When tryna keep up with the pace that I zoom at These rappers like Zubat Way they not looking at me on a beat When I get cooking I see them retreat See 'em all shook They cannot compete With a click-clack boom The reaper you meet And it's still not one Better than me Built this up evidently I don't want your sympathy I wanna blow you cunts Into smithereens TJ platoon like fucking marines It's shell after shell this artillery Boutta pick you apart Piece by piece We don't stop until all you rappers deceased