Song: The Appointment
Year: 2013
Viewed: 71 - Published at: 4 years ago

[Verse: Jimmy P.]
The name of the beat is victory, it hit me ridiculously
Had an epiphany with a vivid vision sickening me
How would I do it? This is how, bow - listen to me
Stick a stick in your ass, spin you like some rotisserie
No sense in dissing me, in the kitchen cooking your sister, me
And my friends used to kiss her and fist her but now she’s history
No mystery, I put in her in misery with some trickery
Individually injured you both the floor was slippery
With your blood, the taste, please call up the fishery
And tell Ted you’re dead, I need you fed to the ocean, see
I’m overdosing on potions and showing you no devotion
Invoking the demon spirits, they fear me cuz I’m ferocious
I’m potent and floating towards the edge, I’ll let it soak in
Type O blood all over the bed, that stands for open
The bible and try to find a title but it says no sin’s
Allowed in heaven, killed seventy-seven men but know ten
There’s no friend to transcend blame for my demented binge
Feel sane but then again, my brain’s adrenaline
In my veins is medicine for killing these gentlemen
My regimen of strikingly sacrificing all denizens
Pen is in, serious ink, I think I should repent
Vengeance of bringing you to life to see you dead again
Torment they underwent is all spent from my revenge
My penitentiary, sentence, it shall extend
Be there a century, eventually I’ll get out again
And come after your family, my fantasy is to attend
Your funeral and watch your parents and grandparents celebrate
Your death in a second they would never check if I demonstrate
Any remorse or guilt, they’d be hey, sure he killed
One of our only four children, but he would be unfulfilled if
He didn’t take the barbed wire and try to be quiet to start a fire
And slide the wire, inside of him must be riot
But we don’t advise you to try it, cuz we just deny it
Say it never happened – it fact him and I are tired of
Rappers having their seizures and cheating death at their leisure
Easier to meet Jesus than to teach me how to be featured
I’m an evil creature, eager to be deeper than your preacher
Either your teacher follows procedure or I simply beat her
With sneakers, turn up the heater, scream baby like Justin Bieber
I get a bat like I’m Jeter and attack like the Grim Reaper
Crack her back like eggs on Easter and feed her to who will eat her
Like Saint Peter and Peter Griffin on a teeter-totter, I’m lifting
The cedar up and I’m ripping her skull open centimeters
She’s bleeding, her teeth are leaking fluid, I’m not a lip reader
Expectations are exceeded, no hesitation is needed
In fact the taste of a fetus is more than enough to please us
So squeeze us until we burst, seed drips into the dirt
Defeat? It never hurt – everyone just thinks it’s worse
Than death itself but being dead inside is just as well
Don’t like me? Put Nike in your psyche – check yourself
God almighty, goodness, how can I put this lightly?
Fight me; make your hair stand - like it’s spiky
Yes I might be, chasing you in your nightmares
Running up a flight of stairs, turn around - I’m right there
I never fight fair - plus I keep a tight square
Your circle’s snakes on a plane and I paid the flight fare
Now who says they’re the illest, who really wants it with Jimmy?
Used to be skinny but now I’m 200 lbs and I’m winning
Women call me the dirty bastard because I shimmy shimmy
Gimme a lot, if I’m a yacht, then you must be a dinghy
Similar to Chingy, watch out, it’s one call away
Something's pulling me back from putting you to shame
That's what you're calling game? Please return your X-Box
Shitting on you, chocolate rain, like I’m popping Ex-Lax
How can you accept that, I’m the best and step back
It’s cuz you’re a little bitch, everyone rejects that
You do not impress cats, yet I’m the cat’s meow
And I know exactly how to get you chickens acting fowl
Raise you like the Rock’s eyebrow; who is looking fly now?
If you don’t know me by now, you might as well lie down
Commit suicide now, your life is at its highest point
Which is the lowest point in my life’s whole entire joint
That’s beside the point; the point is your life’s pointless
Your career has a date with death – here’s your appointment

( Jimmy P. (rapper) )
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