Theory2 - The Butcher lyrics

[Verse: Theory] Ok it's T-H-E-O-R-Y u frontin? Burnin up rappers and pullin rhymes out the oven It's too real and I ain't the one so you can do the math I'm on point with the joints and the Buddha hash Tasmanian, half animal half alien Used to run the desert with swords and black arabians Now I count cash and spit game to roosters See me in the lane I'm ducked down and boosted Thought they had me f**ed up now they want truces Everything's official and this tracks exclusive The butcher, the barber, the five star stayer The shooter, the carver, the rhymes got flavor So why you in my grill you two toned and basic Watch me get ill you might need some Lasik The surgeon, radio k**er without the glove on Bullets on the same table that I got the gun on So you could get ya dome popped off without a reason Flows like Nazareth shouts out to Jesus Got the beat from Alchemist never dropped the beakers You can hear my demons bleedin out through the speakers Holy grail hacker that grip mics, the python All up in ya nightmares you prolly got the light on The punisher, here to terminate em like the governor You lovin her, I give her back shots like a muffler So you can pull ya covers up, pray that I ain't under ya Doper than the coke on the boat from Colombia Hold it like the rope on ya throat while I'm cuttin ya Strings on my fingers I'm the master of puppets I make em lay down for thinkin this rap sh**s a playground Welcome to the jungle, try to find your way out The hunter, the hunted, the hungry, the wanted The suffer, the money, the tougher, the blunted It's all a big illusion and I'm stuck in a trap When I drop it on a beat there's nothin f**in with that So bring ya army, your navy, the general too I ain't doin the same things a gentleman do I'm kickin knowledge, call me the professor of solace How you gon act like the rhymes ain't polished How you gon act like ya sk**s got mileage b**h I graduated from rap monster college Five ways to Friday that a**'ll get tossed I'm doin what the f** I wanna while you askin the boss It's all profit, and everything I say is a promise Philosophers'll keep the rhymes right with Nostradamus You silly to us, I need a million bucks f** around and ima turn ya whole city to dust The fallen angel, the seventh son, the misdemeanor The let me introduce you to the yea it's nice to meet ya The criminal, the guess I'm just a vivid individual The visual, the call him in its time to just get rid of you Original, foldin any word like origami I'm grimy, look around ya house you'll prolly find me I'm creepin, so when I find somethin ima keep it I'm beastin, why they tryna keep me on the leashes It's f**ed up, guess I'm gettin fed up now Ima dump the body here and leave ya head up town It's all elaborate, read the blueprint and then imagined it Ripped it up in pieces made my own and then I managed it Savages, get us on the mic we just damage it Handlin', any emcee who wanna challenge it I'm balancin', see me on a tight rope wit no shoes I could crush a stadium or k** em with the pro tools The morphine, the crack rock, the one who changed the labels The protein, the wack job, the highly unstable Sick of all these f*ggets turnin up on the weekend Bout to rip the swimmies off and toss em in the deep end You cuttin up bags in the trap with the pusher I'm cuttin up slabs in the back I'm the butcher