All Your Talking

All your talking can't kill a thing

In fact, give me your head I have a guillintine

My rhymes are as twisted as a serpentine

I eat emcee's for snacks while you stay lean

 

All your talking isn't going to do much

In fact, last night I made your girl gush

My delivery gives your mind a head rush

When I pick up the mic the crowd begins to hush

 

All your talking makes you sound like a veggie

In fact, in this game I'm Martin Scorcese

My spitting explodes like a bottle of fizzie

While I'm on the go you're all still on the ready

 

All your talking is making me dead

In fact, I'll come back to life and eat you till i'm fed

My words are mine while yours have been said

I turn the speaker up and paint the crowd red

 

All your talking is supremely hollow

In fact, I won't use your skin to borrow

My flow fills your soul with sorrow

You're confused by my lines all the way to tomorrow

 

All your talking is starting to make me ill

In fact, put your head underwater till you grow gills

My voice makes your head spin like a windmill

I hold the power to take away your will

 

All your talking is just an image

In fact, I'll put your body in a set of luggage

My skills make an ear canal wreckage

If you read between the lines you'll see the message