It's the nerdcore carnivore, the big raptor with the it factor
The disaster pan snapping at a thick rapper
A detracting bitch can always catch a diss faster
If you want the smoke I keep a lit gasper

Nerdcore Carnotaurus, with both horns set for war
I'm the devil on the 13th floor
You wrote a bomb bar, while I wrote 13 more
Pack a mix track in plastic, it's pure C4

Throw that wagon in a circle like it's Oregon Trail
I'm in your temples resurrecting like I tore up the veil
Making headstones, skipping on a quarter in jail
By making headphones jitter when I'm ordering bail

Throw that ass in a circle like a summoning rite
And if the boys ain't come running then it's something ain't right
If there's trouble then it's gums deep, coming to bite
You'll need a couple more guns than what you brung to the fight


It's the nerdcore hrrrrr, soft paws and mouth
Prolly shit yourself when you see the claws come out
Your thoughts are found in small amounts
So think, Mark, what's the benefit of brawls and bouts

It's all on principle, I speak for the trees
A keeper of bees, seeming to be each of their knees
You put hands on my people, you'll be leaving deceased (sheesh)
I ain't invincible, but neither is he

Throw that wagon in a circle like it's Oregon Trail
I'm in your temples resurrecting like I tore up the veil
Making headstones, skipping on a quarter in jail
By making headphones jitter when I'm ordering bail

Throw that ass in a circle like an SAT
And be sure to flip your form for the essay piece
Think I'm ever less than effervescent? Ese, please
I'm getting better every second that the best ain't me