Shoot The Invader

I’m throwing wack rappers in the trash can with the junk mail

Fashion -posing like they’re upscale. I’m Joe-fucking-Lunchpail

Young males become frail. Hidden away like a sickly royal

Avoid disappointment remain strictly loyal to Ricky Doyle

Covered in sticky oil and going off the deep end. Grimy

Crazy beats. JVC RC-M90

You know where to find me. Chilling. Living in a snow cave

No grave can hold me. You’re getting hit by a rogue wave

Close shave. Your style is fragile like ceramic

Throw me in a dungeon but power doesn’t panic

Mechanical animal. Sharp teeth and snarls darkly

Don’t wanna talk. Two-handеd tomahawk. Charles Barkley

I’m losing my marbles. I’m dеmented

So many styles I invented

And I’m dedicated. Solemnly sworn

And I’m letting knowledge be born

Shark mode. Going down a dark road. Crusader

Lay claim. Take aim. Shoot the invader. Communicator

Drum break accumulator. One-take demon waiting

Clear print - near mint. European grading though

Fading slow. You can’t see me like a microbe

Wearing a white robe. Yo, I’m hard to kill like Loab

Maniac psycho. Chi Ali. We believe

Quick turns. Sick burns. They’re classified in three degrees

I’m Nanook of the north country. I crack a cold Palm Bay

Say farewell. I’ll send you back - straight to hell like Dante

To complicate matters, these rappers are small radius

Standing in the tall shadow of the gods, I’m the shadiest

Serious. I send love to the good people of Syria

The samurai. Gratified. I meet the criteria

Casting a wide net that properly covers the verse

I’ll make your shit look worse like the Property Brothers