FloatationDevice

It's blasphemy for you to see the last of me
Mouth is the barrel, words are bullets, and mind is the magazine
My name ain't Cassidy, but I'm bringing bars back
I suggest ya'll start back, here, let me hand ya'll a starter pack
Mr. Experienced right here, been doing this for more than five years
Like a master, but without the white hair
I'm killing rappers like Freddy Krueger in nightmares
And guzzle their remains like I'm downing bottles of Lite Beers
Or maybe Guinness
I'm a menace like Dennis
Killing beats in a matter of minutes
The crowd is the witness
It's strictly business
When I get vicious
With vocabulary that's malicious
And pernicious
Have 'em running like bitches
To their own momma
Wetting their pajamas
Tell em bout the drama
How I left them with one eye like the cyclops from Futurama
Fire beats, intelligence, I combine this
Against motherfuckers that's rhymeless
Leave their whole state mindless
And generally spineless like amoeba
Write rhymes with no cheeba
Niggas say they animals? Better call PETA
I see the, future in my plans and it's clear
It's my year
No doubts, no regrets, and no fear
I'm the only nigga in Wilson that's ever this nice
The way I flow on this, you might need a flotation device