‘Give 'Em BARZ ('Give Em Hell' REMIX)’

At times, come off absent like pyknolepsy, turn sick an' deadly
Sequestered off in my room, switched on, I get no rest, B
This like a sport, an' I'm makin' my comeback
But won't get picked for ESPY, niggaz tick off an' stress me
Hang from my dick, no teste; the politics so pesky
Insert my fangs, the flesh be, lathered an' plenty zesty
This nigga —ready to feast, the appetite voracious
–E'rybody food on some Conway shit, lives fugacious
Paramecia Devil Fruit, mega edacious
Wit' a stomach full of pure energy, hella vivacious
Where the beast be The Devil's Duke, fellas mendacious
No followin' –pure entities, we —mega predaceous
Now check it, {-} you should be watchin' like it's Funimation
I wreck it, dudes would be botchin', mic abomination
Pathetic, two in the crotch an' strike a lung, serration
Phrenetic, ensue to scotch an' spike the tongue, aeration
That's - for ya' orifice, purification
Store my fist, dead in ya' face, pure in location
Fire a sortie on mumblers —lured to the station
Prior to roaring on mumble cunts, endured mal gustation
Yes, —taste tests are uneventful
{-} Bland an' spoiled, bin in the fridge is sinful
It's - time for revival, hope to pack a tentful
'Cause niggaz - paper lions an' I spy a denful
I'm - part of the strong, but our survival rate is low
We weave - heart in our songs, major eye on, wait to blow
We grieve, pardon our wrongs, suffered rivals, late to glow
Then climb - part of us longs straight to die on 8° below
—'Cause it's a cold world
An' e'rything that glitters ain't gold, this whole world
A old world, where inhabitants will slowly twirl
{-} History repeats a dozen times, could only hurl
Tired of the rigmarole, an' elliptic orbit
Where foreigners —rigged the polls to uplift the sordid
Vapid, can't dig the soul, foes eclipse an' force it
Implore 'em to —dig the hole, grow thee a gift of orchids
Orange, —yellow an' white –paphiopedilums
Reborn an' swelled over night, craftin' those deadly bombs
Pourin' ale on a flight, splashed on a pail of rum
More intel on the site where the daft be so meddlesome
Don't snap, –steady hum, in jungle wit' deadly drums
Of hydrochloric acid, highly acrid, get heady from
{-} Response to bars I wrote, for nonce, my bars they dote
Ensconced in they heart an' throat, no dunce, I'm a partial GOAT