Thermønuclear

Lyrics

[Chorus] I'm Thermonuclear preferring fusion over fission Having visions in my sleep, wake up to demon apparitions A magician of a musician, put you bitches in submission Take an intermission just to fill my pen with ammunition [Verse 1] I'm saying talk less, work more, pedal to the fucking floor Grind like no one else before, hard work pays off, opens doors That's suicide. Workin' on my craft so fucking hard like it was do or die. Who am I? That newer guy who few defy I gas this like a fuel line, don't need a crew I do decide, the shit I do don't need a guide. I'll weed you out like herbicide. Pull up and spray the countyside, from citywide to nationwide. I glorify thalidomide. Aye! Look. Know you've been rolling that paper, and blowing O's with that vapour, you just a hoe and a beggar I got no time for these bitches, so you can contact me later, I got my mind on these riches soon I'll be stacking up paper You a hater I'ma player like the way I play her, (call me later,) I'm so fucking fly I'm like an aviator, detonater, blowing up like I was your cars radiator, peep the nomenclature, man I'm back like I'm the Terminator I'll slice you're throat, and make a moat, with all your motherfucking blood And just to keep yourself afloat, you'll need a boat, I got you scared from visualizing all the shit I wrote, and I don't mean to gloat I ain't a Goat yet I'm a motherfucking horse, the way I work, stay on my course, fuck a Mustang take a Porsche. I take by force with no remorse, Bragi, poet, God, and Norse. They said my language was to coarse, so now I code my coldest words in morse Motherfucker desist. They all are tryna resist, they throwing fits with their fists. So I just fractured their wrists, and cross their names off the list. Removed these fuckboys like cysts, dismiss them out of my midst. insist we can't coexist I got a lock on what I want and I'm just rocking in my lane. You rappers talking but you're walking, run you over drives insane. Twist your fingers out of socket if you disrespect my name, Fuck the Glock, this pen is outta pocket, cock it, back and aim [Chorus] I'm Thermonuclear preffering fusion over fission Having visions in my sleep, wake up to demon apparitions A magician of a musician, put you bitches in submission Take an intermission just to fill my pen with ammunition [Verse 2] Now up in Canada we measure shit by grams and not ounce. But if I could weigh out my options, they'd all weigh way too many pounds. And I got demons at my door, and they all want me to bounce, they tryna kick me out this house cause they don't like how this sounds (NO!) I'm tearing up this track, with Daggers I pulled out my back. I put so much of my heart into this, this shit is cardiac. If I remembered 'bout my past I'd have a mini heart attack. I'm like a broken VCR cause Ima never run that back Stop, drop, roll bitch you know the drill. Cause if the truth don't kill you then this inch bit will. I heard you pop that pussy like you pop those pills. If I hit might need some it'd make me ill I treat this shit like Vietnam, the way I'm dropping all these bombs, but once the damage done I'm like America, I'm fucking gone I could turn myself into a motherfucking God, and I can turn bitches to dogs like how they beaten with the rod Fuck with me, I swear I'm ruthless, I could leave you fucking toothless, couldn't even recognize yourself from all the bruises. I suggest you leave before I get myself into this. Know they frightened by the flow, that's prolly why they tryna mute this Take 20 shots that's mamba mentality, hit every one and that's twenty fatalities, talk to me, and you'll just add to the casualties, fuckboys are mad that I spit facts so casually. Pistol in the pillow that I keep to sleep to bed, it might explain why lately I feel like a bullets in my head. And now my thoughts are full of lead and all the shit I left unsaid maybe instead of reminiscing I should earn this fucking bread [Chorus] I'm Thermonuclear preffering fusion over fission Having visions in my sleep, wake up to demon apparitions A magician of a musician, put you bitches in submission Take an intermission just to fill my pen with ammunition