Rod Zerling - Adult swim lyrics

Living till the end of time
Catch him at the rapture
Digging in the waste basket
Snacking on the rappers
"Get it?" like a stunner
Rap for whippersnappers
Bitches bring guns men pack
Knives to slash em
These Pee-on faggots masquerade
As blaster and-
The lead don slash the master
Came in after them
The mad as a hatter spitter
Of fat cat chatter
Bad actin rappers get their rat ass walloped
Battle of the meanest assassin in the helix
Versus any bastard that happens to resist
You can keep the streets and
Guess there’s no problem then
Me and the andromedans already
Got to Washington
And conquered it, and we’ll keep on going
Over throwin the whole game while
There’s no one knowin
Low blow the Joe that praises
His own gold totem
Hold the throne I’m like Odin yo man
It’s Rod Zerling, coming to ya inner city
God serving more porkies than mister frisbee
Odd person, a tallish rhyme sayer
And I’m coming at you in all the 5 flavors
I prefer barbecue get off the mic before the
Awkward talker slaughters you
Wrote the book on rhymes just
To walk you through call me the author dude
I am Ben, the mic leviathan
Here to strike again on
Self righteous rhymin men
Stray idol eyes idolize mightful guys
Here to pry the mic from
Em like a title fight
Stop with that blabberin
Not with that fragile shit
Hop in the gravel pit, drop with a agile hit
Coliseum rumble and gods of
Eden thence crumble all you see is rubble
That Ozymandias resembles
Bet’s all in, if we luck out, then cool
And it’s adult swim
Get the fuck out the pool