For The Record

[Intro]
Uh, listen

[Verse]
I'm a bone picker, a fully grown night stalker
A lone drifter, a murder scene line chalker
I suppose I blow minds, dome splitter
No ghostwriter for a rhyme monster
With such malice, actions is my eloquence
Like playing Whack-A-Mole with a football helmet
Modafinil vitamins increases my intelligence
I saw the Rhodes statue before it even melted
Compound bows with grade A fiber optics
Pulling it back, look like an eight-sided rhombus
The virtual ethics of a deontologist
Lyrical universalist, that's what my job is
My spitting image in weight class makes me brolic
Two women next to me fulfils my solace
Dimes to donuts, donuts to dollars
My goals had evolved like a chrysalis
Obtaining dynamic powers by reading comics
Desolation in the wake of my prominence
Coming up behind you like Jaws, being ominous
Severely damaging your rep when secrets aren't oddless
Volleying my shots like John McEnroe
With a concealed identity of John Doe
I explained the reasons for my inimic hate
Getting more sun than the city of Brisbane
Every move I make requires some risk to take
A better example of what you've heard in the mixtape

[Outro]
Vespula Raris
'21 shit