Rap Giant Illmac

[Verse 1]
I'll murder you cats, throw you in a furnace with a thermos of gas
And disturbingly laugh while you burn in the blast
I burn to relax and hold back
Even in the most perfect verse that I rap
Not even the surface was scratched
I'm the servant of rap who's observiently lurks in the back
Shadows in the game, plotting a perfect attack
You think it's worth it the scrap? I'll serve you so bad
The nurse 'll be asked, to shoot an electrosurge through your ass
This kid blaze's a verse when he murder's a track - spit!
Flames at the Earth till the surface is black - switch!
Lanes and reverse till you swerve and you crash - shits!
Changed, I'm the worst type of person to clash - with!
I'm that sick and cocky to blaze faggots
Display madness, should have me locked in a straight jacket
Straight savage, stage antics, when Illmacs rhyming
Any cat tryin' to act violent will be, flat-lining

[Hook]
The rap giant... fall back, it's raw rap
Stomp tracks and use beats as floor mats
I'm on that West Coast wreck mode
Grab your trench coats, let's go!
The rap giant, this ain't no time to climb the beanstalk
I'll stomp David before he tries to pull his slingshot
To word it perfectly, I'm a sick MC
The rap giant, Hercules of the industry