‘Unheard Of ('I Ain't Heard Of That' REMIX)’

I'm goin' in, rightly slaughter any beat which entice me
The icin', how I be flippin' my shit, layered nicely
A Gaultier fur jacket in verbal form, you're sure to like me
My awesome flair {-} bloodcurdle norms, who share my likeness?
{-} Forego the hypeness, you don't like my shine -- adjust ya' brightness
Wit' all this tightness, I'm sufferin' loss of circulation
{-} But you're delighted, 'cause when I write it, unbridled
Sight of the mic, I'm excited, fuckz needa gimme the title
Instead of spitin', petty an' indecisive, divisive 'cause I don't work by their standards
{-} I'm a bandit, a bastard
Master surgeon proficient in cuttin' out the cancer
{-} Picture a +bullet+ comin' ya' way, Paul Walker in a Lancer (R.I.P.!)
Dozen volatile, audible, soundwaves penetrate ya' auricle
Never lauded for the sick shit I pen, uh, feelin' awful
Maybe 'cause I'm deadpan like Janeane Garofalo
{-} Wanna rip 'til heads pan away from awful flows
Or 'til my tonsils blow
An' I collapse, tossin' from throes of death, slice my abdominal
Like samurai - in the Edo period
Dammit I - be so serious, in bars I beat yo' spirit wit'
Very unheard of, wish folk would be mo' curious
Prone to inquire, help me get on, in the zone, on fire
'Cause in my mind I feel that none are higher
Still work hard, 'cause issa given some'll try ya'
However, I'm Pat Bateman, axe gripped, commit butchery
While 'Hip To Be a Square' plays in the background
{-} Doubt tethered, slat statements, facts flipped, get sugary
Denial grips to me, impaired, made to backdown
Yet I comeback wit' bass, treble, apparel - of the Unabomber
Level of angst is feral, so I do the honors
A fusion of Conor McGregor, Genghis an' Cletus Kasady
Contusions for whoever - anus receivin' battery
An' assault, ass ate wit' barbwire
On the tongue, pshhhh -- I ain't gotta say pause
I don't play by they laws, see what I say out my jaws
Is like grenades out to all, bomb they face til they raw
{-} Ha, oh yeah, I'm talkin' ivory skull
Brutalize 'em wit' e'ry line just for findin' me dull
Scrutinizin' like dude's behind, they deny what he does
True to life, the truest lines, he ain't fly but he buzz
{-} Ha, yeah, this ain't emulation, it's immolation
Come as sick as any nigga that's in rotation
This shit here be Prizz vocation, gems in e'ry flowed line
These niggaz angled adjacent, but they gets no cosine/co-sign
{-} Shall I continue to spit to you? **gunshot**