Switched On lyrics

[Intro]
I'm on some terminated, kill sh*t
I'm on some terminator, aye

[Verse 1]
f*ck, I'm bionic in my tennis shorts
Many more for short warped Dennis the Menace dwarf
Open up your mouth like I'm a dentist in my premises
Hairline as bad as genesis with better penmanship
In Venice eating venison
I miss Los Angeles, p*ssed off angry just, list off languages
Manhandle a damn prime rhyme rhinoceros
Up-close and personal like watching The Apocalypse
Wearing binoculars, talking like I'm auctioning
Toxic oxygen, boxed in with ostriches
My c*ck monstrous, Pocahontas and moccasins
Hot as an iguana in a sauna, say the opposite
Voice hoarse like I need a box of lozenges
Go to grandma's, have a bowl of soup and polish sausages
You can't process it
Blooming like a million cherry blossoms on some awesome sh*t
White boy that has potential, Last Samurai
Camera shy, rhymes ramble longer than the camel ride
Petrify how I electrify, texting sexy fly
b*tches with my iPhone, taking pictures of my bone
Terminator flying through your country like a cyclone
Twenty shows, eighteen b*tches, and then I'll fly home
Bad for being old as f*cking Battle Star Galactica
f*cking spectacular, teeth sharper than Dracula
Respect the spectacle you b*tch cause I'm immaculate
Top-five crackers cracking off, that's accurate
[Verse 2]
Archaic Angel with a flamethrower
Some rappers reach for the sky I guess I aim lower
Drake get twenty million, I get forty Gs
Him and forty, yo I had to run away from forty thieves
Conduct disorderly, more f*cked when your bored of me
Distorted artistry, I blame it all on hieroglyphics
Why me, screaming standing on top of a pyramid
The joke's over, my life's an awful experiment
I'm the f*cking last Mohican
And still I'll blast the weekend
I'm past the deep end
A deacon, inside I'm actually freaking
Older than ColecoVision, I'm still ego driven
Nighthawk, American eagle compared to feeble pigeons
Feeling groggy, my sleeping habits are terrible
Vision foggy, maybe I'm asking for miracles
Can't compare yourself to someone that just won the lottery
Unless you're Slaughterhouse no one gives the f*ck if you slaughtering
Tried of being the guy that almost made it, still an unknown
King Kong, blow you to Kingdom Come and then come home
Write another hundred dumb poems
I'm done holmes