AXTEKK MADE THE BEAT

Ya'll probably thought I was done making my rap music//
That's where you fucked up, dumb dumb- 'cause I'm back, stupid,//
Demolishin' muthafuckas 'cause I'm astonishin'//
Astonishin' muthafucka because I'm Jonathan//

And Teq basically Robin Hood but the opposite//
Robbing the opposition in competition of confidence//
Battle me boy I promise I'm robbing you of yo consciousness//
Swallowing up your oxygen all of y'all all incompetent//

Molecules in a solvent of horrible awful audio
garbage//
I gotta stop it and stomp the shit outta all of you//
All of my new hits got you feelin' like it's your birthday//
Teq sent you the gift of some fresh ignorant wordplay//

I murdered every person who's ever worked at a Burger King//
Because they was unworthy and undeserving of serving me//
And then I had to sever the head of my best friend//
Because he said that the Avengers were better than X-Men//

I tend to get in a ridiculous rage//
I'm a combination of Gary Busey and Nicolas Cage//
But really though- I just get high as a kite and I write rhymes//
Where I lie about my life, and I die within 5 lines//

I got this, I'm the problem- to your answer//
The last hit of a Marlboro before cancer//
I'm a chump runnin from real G's (I mean...)//
I shot someone for not coming to kill me//

I got drunk and I walked up to a cop once//
And I cock-punched him and walked off like I'm awesome//
I'm the lock-pick in yo lock, pickin' yo lock switch//
You can't recall that you ever called you a lock smith//

The crazy dude who you read about in the daily news//
Freeing the kangaroos from their cages in all the major zoos//
Wearing a beautiful pair of baby blue daisy dukes//
Hammer dancing up on the top of an ambulance as I wave at you//

Gotta tattoo, and it's mad cool, do you wanna see it?//
It's a tramp stamp and it says "Juicy", in Olde English//
I'm misusing the shit outta this uzi//
I do things to confuse you- and amuse me//

I like watching when couples argue in dive bars//
Then I walk by like a high pirate I'm like ARRRRR//
The Philadelphia cheese steak of Green Bay//
The Willie Nelson Mandela of having sweet names//

I lived in a camper with a family of hamsters//
I'm addicted to cigarettes and its giving them cancer//
I'm so cool that I broke all of my own rules//
And was kicked out of the home school that I go to//

I'm the project that you walked in//
And got shot for the wrong color of arm band//
I'm the shotgun in your grill piece//
My side hustle? I flip houses for realties//

I'm a hot mess, I'm a monster, in the Loch Ness //
I'm a mosh pit in the cockpit of a bomb jet //
I'm a con artist and not sure who to con yet//
The cock blockin-est cock block at the bar bitch//

I'm a rock star in the wrong biz//
I'm a lot stronger than god is//
But I'm not stronger than Marcus//
'Cause he lifts weights and that dude's pretty fuckin' big//

And your hot shit is my garbage//
I'm classier than a damn campus at college//
I'm the wrong person to start shit//
I'll stab your abdomen with a sharpened guitar pick//

Ate a green egg- and I went ham//
Police came to the scene, seen me and screamed; ran//
The best man in my own wedding with no friends//
And no reverend and no lady and no band//

I'm a line drawn in the damn sand...//
You the guy crossing my damn line...//
You have done something I can't stand...//
You will die now imma land mine...//

I'm the top less male dancer...//
I'm the Andre of Atlanta...//
I'm an outcast but I'm back now- and I'm out back//
Of the steak place where you hang out, and you sell crack//

I'm the long arm of the the law office of Cochran//
Put the glove on you I promise it will not fit//
I may struggle some days with the way I'm functioning//
But I stay thuggin' like Ray Charles' gay cousin//

I'm the right hand of a lefty...//
I'm a white man and I'm hefty...//
I lied man I'm a rhyme damagin' emcee//
Not a guy standing against me//

I'm an athlete at the rap meet//
You a bad package of rat meat//
You didn't ask but yo ass is gettin' me anyway//
Like Israel never asked to have Zachy Hennessey//