Epiphany(Explicit) - Juggaknots

Epiphany - Juggaknots
Behold the fungus among us
When dabbling' with babbling'
I sends the battle scene to the apocalypse
With this you grab my cock ya lips
Be getting' sorta puckery
Getting' the Brewing gassed to save
That a** come stop the puckery
My style leave ya posing like a hitch hiker
Make me wanna b**ch microphone slap that shady a**
You b******t ni**a
Your fronting' said you didn't think too hot of me
But once you feel the vocal sodomy
You'll say "You got it G"
I finds the virgin ears I'm busting raw pops
Ya savin' the drops trying to analyze my DNA
The verbal blueprint
Even if you spend eternity you're baffled ni**a
Having not the slightest clue of how I'm swinging
Bringing styles and flow that's nastier than urine
See my sh*t is pure and ghetto embellished demonic funk
And all that good sh*t
A bad ni**a when it comes to grabbing mics
I love all women of the spectrum
F**k around I'm stabbing dykes
And as I hurt them I convert them
When it comes to honey dip skits
I'm leaving pussies sore
As if you just delivered triplets
I flip sh*t
When niggas say the brewing doesn't rhyme slick
I yokes them in the Heimlich
Just to get the f**kin' garbage out ya throat
Mentally hardcore
There be no guard for defending
Against the sh*t I'm sending
Once you're comprehending the ill funk aphrodisiac
Giving the hoodies woodies as
I'm f**kin' up the head like brass knuckles
Giving noogies
I be's the hell fire word reaver
Even Ripley can't believe
I pull a stunt as if my name was Colt Seaver
AKA The Fall Guy
I never score why
I'm hitting like Mattingly
Get your f**kin' Webster's dictionary
Look under "fat" and you'll see my profile so smile
You're grinning like the Joker
Cause I chose to smoke a mic and let you witness
Get this through your thick skull: my sh*t is deadly
I kicks my verse
Niggas couldn't offer competition
With a medley of their works
I smirks when booty niggas try and grab this
Survival of the fittest call me f**kin'
Tony Atlas at the podium
I pours my sodium in open flesh wounds
As I mesh tunes with the vocal joint
To become the focal point
Brothas of funk soon discover I be deeper
Than that ni**a Larry Fishburne's cover
Hover on the L sorta like a stealth in the night
Then I makes the party jump even
When it's full of white men
I represent enlightenment
That have you squinting
Hinting to rewards of the lord's charity received with clarity
I heave skillful syllable is the brick I stick in music mortar
Making ya think and raisin my floor to architect
I comes to spark a teck
Mind barrages massages carressed in peace
The vocal acupuncture your stress released
Like a hymen crack in my rhyming slack and never that
Styles mysterious like under L's hat
The curious become the furious and play the jury
Thus I'm found guilty labeling' my sound filthy
With the gutter in my utter
A fat b**ch goes "Me me me"
I cut her in pieces kill her sisters daughters and nieces
Anything related to such a thought
I crush I fought hard representing
Wicked Juggernaut minds
I breaks it down to your English
I makes you say "I'm gooder"
Verbs deeper than a hooker strictly boning seven footers