Is Anyone Else Lab Drunk?

Yo, I make your fragile bones rattle with battles, chrome barrels
Microphone arrows throwin strikes like stone paddles
to ya head, you'll be spread across the floor
better headed for a bed of roses
needle threaded, one jaw have said it
by the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship
boats will float, torpedo, you can't stay afloat
You sink to the brink of extincted animals
while I bang on your head to the buckle like bawdy animals
Steal stinger, killa bee ten inches, sharper than picket fences
quick to detect your intentions, if they're wicked
meditate, build the house on the next dimension
My flow is co-hension, you'll be startled

Stumblin to the lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
smellin like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck it, I gotta spit this verse from my lung

Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
smellin like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck it, I gotta get this verse yo

Pound drop your head to the canvas
On this mic you got no fuckin manners
You be duckin hammers, we be clutchin banners
Touchin amateur challengers, who try to throw off balancers
Keep a 120 brain compound inside the cannister
You can't compare to one atom of my hair
While my verbal shot be drillin through the cave of your ear
Recochet to the ceilin, the desert eagle hemisphere
Deflect off your medula, exit out to the rear
MC'in to me is easier than breathin
and makin beats to me is easier than peein
Killin vibes is easier than seein
I be geein, and fuck with my crew is wildin
bitch, than skiin a thousand foot hill with broke skis
Plot by rocks, wild billy goats, still needle flyin trees
My mind sees all of the unusual energies
Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze?

Stumblin to the lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
smellin like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck that, I gotta get a verse from my lung

Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
smellin like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck it, I gotta spit it

Yo, your floweress is powerless against me
Your cowardess attack can master track alchemist
Rap Malcolm, my champagne stains, silver bullet lex 4
Millenium falcon, chest to the vest to protect the sacred valium
Chased by tanks, planes, I race state's police
We slay microphone foes, the size of ro-beasts
Unpredictable pain is inflictable
Razor blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you
12.9 meter level son, you just skipped all my classes
Here to rap, can't wear glasses, hi-jack his bus passes
This system was symphonic, like Jacqueline Onassis
My sound blast-es, rhyme script written, well-casted
Strong as safari jungle hunter, calm in black mamba
Un-plug the dynamic microphone cord and hung you
from a towerin speaker, I tape your ear to the tweeter
My mental idea's are more severe than your heater
Innocent drive-bys, 85's shoot try to over throw us
But they love us like babies, once they get to know us
Your floweress is powerless against me

Stumbln to my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
smellin like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck that, I gotta get a verse from my lung

Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
smellin like I ran over I skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck that, I gotta get the verse out my lung