murder mace before we mess with prom. You best to hush against this, you'll get fuckin'
crushed. I'll tummy tuck you bummy ducks until the pressure busts. The nerd is back, comin'
from the dirt attack, can't get some feet with this song. Roberta Black, your word is
black but science fiction, not Roberta Thack. She can't keep her skirt intact when I turn
up the thermostat. The breeze stops while thieves plottin'. I leave spots pullin' G's out my
sleeve while you eavesdroppin'. I need nothin' while your knees knockin'. You burn weed,
I hear seeds poppin' while I breathe out blame. I destroy when I channel my inner B -Boy.
You're beamin' up with Scotty James, Kirk and Leonard Seymour. So keep your cameras on, I'm
winnin' the marathon. Top of the food chain, call me the Megalodon. They called me to number,
tonight, people, please. Call me the Megalodon. The enormous and prehistoric fish, indeed.
Call me the Megalodon. Call me the Megalodon. Call me the Megalodon. Yeah. Yeah. Do listen
this fish with new fishiness. I fuse traditional scripts with new efficient. My skills, infinite
poems that kill instruments. Guerrilla paint while you did it in little increments. My pockets
bubble in the seams by Indie mains. Your pockets bubble cause you bought it in skinny jeans. If
anything, the trendy sings for kiddy teens. I'm from the era of being clever meant everything.
Now every group you get's an exact duplicate. You bloodsuckers, I'm a big black hooser face.
Degenerates, I come to disintegrate. Decapitate the snake because they
need to regenerate. I stand firm. My songs burn. I'm long -term. You took the wrong turn.
The Manphibian, I ain't no regular con. Top of the food chain, call me the Megalodon. They called me
to number, tonight, people, please. Call me the Megalodon. The enormous and prehistoric fish,
indeed. Call me the Megalodon. It was a normal day's fishing. I was freeing the tuna that were
caught in the net. I really didn't think I'd get out alive. Every activity has its risks,
and for ocean swimmers, there are sharks. Yeah. Concentrated while you constipated. If they ask,
you tell them purple hermit monster baited. Yes. Ask who's the best and the response is
debated, but my response is nonchalant and sedated. I give some fudge. Why should I care
about how the top five sound when them top five clowns can get popped without louse? Can't your
show stop? No, because you suck at live sound. Such is the life for artists who suck and jive loud.
On every record, step and fetch it. Manphibian, electric. I rep it every year. This ain't no
injured rapper. Hobbits and leprechauns. Top of the food chain, call me the Megalodon. They called
me tuna, but tonight people please call me the Megalodon.
The enormous and great is the great fish, indeed, call me the Megalodon.
Call me the Megalodon.
You are now tuned into the sounds of the verbal hermit monster.
