[ Featuring Glitch Kid ]
(You tellin me they don't look at me like the motherf*ckin Glitch?)
Yes, yes
Can you smell the magic cookin?
One pot miracle
Glitch produced
Got Keego
The infamous Lord Lincoln
T's chillin
An it's yours truly: Big O
Girls thirsty, suck me up like she's Kirby
Ye at Big O's mercy, get swerved if your webs dirty
Up early, brew the herbal tea an turmeric
Feelin first degree murderous after I take a sip
Fulfillin my need to be killin like a mean villain
Am a dream, chillin so hard I make ye freeze
Contort your spleen with the force of three aubergines
Torture fiends with my Szechuan peppercorn seeds burnin
(Yeah), an with the heat comes roast time
Your flow's fine, mine mellows slow like old wine
It's showtime, Big O with the bros, hittin big shows in no time
Hit ye with a bamboo shoot clothesline
Uh, cauliflower fryin with a big bag of fruit
Spit an get your head spinnin like Crash Bandicoot
Am past masterful, splash with a fast hittin two
Annihilate the booth with fire an the truth, uh
Quiet if you're too stupid to admire
Desire a Fruit Twist sip, few of these gimps liars
Ego infallible, each flow flammable
Scrannin rappers, am cannibals, flappers' attempts are laughable
Casually tannin with a jabba in the mandible
Henny grip, grab glass, Yankee cap animal
Skill level irrational, your verse barely passable
Slump not practical, jump shot bankable
Pinnacle, clean as clinical
Imbecile cynics admit witness miracle
Biblical flow, my flaws of course fictional
These little freaks trynna compete are pitiful, (are ye messin?)
It's Glitch Kidda, shit spitters are bitter
Uh, skit ye, need a snooze an a new liver
Margarita, fresh peel, chop the limes, (yeah)
Triple double from the steals, blocks an dimes
I never eat a kebab with no salad, (no salad)
These other guys just rap, I sing ballads, (sing ballads)
They speak an babble bout topics that don't matter, (don't matter)
Sean Bean got the Lord of the Rings valour, (grrrr)
Don't cross words but my shit can get cryptic, (yeah)
Your bars are drier than a Rich Tea biscuit
I know you're pussy like you're breakin out cystic
The beat's sick but the flow is autistic
Stay chillin but really am sorely vexed
I hit the table an I guess that I poorly bet
Days millin about I could smoke a forty deck
Nowadays am withdrawn but ain't talkin checks
It gets horrific when I spit it, shit is hittin different
I love the craft but these bastards drag on my mental spirit
These rats aren't massive they don't even match my pencilled lyrics
Ey, Lincoln take this shit from me or else I'll never finish
Lean an lemonade, am sittin smokin, medicated
Hella faded, but still my pen game plenty dangerous
Kill a penny pincher, pick him off, this shit got cold this winter
Pincer movement, old-fashioned vipers get their dome cemented
Passion make the boldest dissenter pack up an end his member
This rap shit is easy, come toe to toe with me front an centre
Pokin holes in these Pinocchios like am in love with Ohs
Opposin drones get smoked, am rollin rappers up in silver
I'm sellin stolen souls, it gives me mind control: Matilda
I smoke the gassy with no filter, am off me kilter
I spit the shit that make you sick, this shit come out the sphincter
This rap enigma killed Batman, am more than sixty Sigma
Am packin the rockets in the guns loaded with range extender
Be brackish, am aimin at ye, shook punnies we'll brain and splat ye
Ha, am the pharaoh in the Sphinx
On my tombstone it's written: am the sliver an the link
Yeah, the Carolina Reaper ridin on the feature
Pull up with the deep three heat seeker like am Dame
Aim at these lames, mob so deep, (yes), Prodigy
Wreakin havoc, true maverick, step back like Luka D, (comed then)
At the whiffer, I'll assist ye with the clippers: CP
Three spliffs rolled swift, got us blitzed, uh
A sick kid I deliver, the slick wizard
Big O is lit, flow so cold that Glitch shivered, (uh)
Never tire, stay wired, though am straight flyin
Look like Scalabrine but am ballin like my mate Zion, (nice)
Stay cryin, leave freaks deep sighin, (uh)
They're vyin to compete but they're sheep, keep tryin, (come on)
I lay low no time for drama
Jays blazin, sailin with the fellas out in La Romana
Wanna catch some rays, am in the bay, Uncle Larry playin
Haze from the valley, it's a sunny day
