King Of The Insects Freestyles

(I didn't write any of this down...this is all memory shit)

A lotta times it's abstract I keep it obvious tho

And hit 'em in the jaw with the stream o' consciousness flow

I let 'em know I'm like a black crow sittin on a brown fence

Deflect the ego, and wonder where the crowd went

King of the Insects, Czar of the Sardines

You're bout to tumble on down to the farm teams

I used to wear jeans, now it's all slacks and a theme where I scream on your counterfeit raps, cuz they're wack

They're lookin at my white skin like,

How is this cat gettin acrimonious from, outta his trap

Cuz I smack the phonious rhyme spitters and I cut that neck bone, wait

I'm gon' kiss you with the death set of pentagram lips

And a long list of little kids and all their pistol machinery

They never mean a thing to me

So fuck'em and their idiosyncracies

Sleep please do it eyes wide the fuck open

Keep quiet, no talkin til I am done smokin

Now the iron-gun totin little gangster that's real

You're more like a violent nun hoping people feel that your anger is real

But you squeal like an ex German Seal

That got clubbed, in the pop club

Tote the shield, I broke the top seal

Like catcher in the eye with the rope and hot steel

Catcher in the Rye like I'm Holden Caulfield

The stretcher and the siren's will show it's all real

A detriment, society corrodes, you all kneel down

How the fuck do you all feel now, hmm?

I gotta ask Snarky Nosey how his beats are beautiful like Parker Posey

But I don't give a fuck how dark the rose be,

Cuz rappers just spit malarky mostly, what?

I didn't hear that

Now my oil tank hearts gonna turn all of the tears black

Stear back, sensitive woman

I got a comfy old couch, come sit on the cushion