Iconic!

Violating all
I'm a problem child
Full of Tylenol
I've been violent and volatile
Defying every obstacle
Fitting to be the assailant
Unveiling a major arsenal
Your chances of a survival are nominal
Against this indomitable rival
Writing this unconscionable libel
Sitting and spit fire like a rifle
I'm abominable spiteful
The bars I'm bombing them are rightful

Can't keep calm and I might pull
A fire arm on a tiger
I'm just a rioting fighter
I'm too juvenile
But unsuitable for youth
Wear the usual spacesuit
To a funeral
Uncouth indisputable
Too rude and immutable
A solution brewed in a crucible
A muse and a mutant
Fused in aluminum
A gruesome Rasputin
Been confusing the humans

I'm
I'm becoming iconic
With these pills in my hand
I'm becoming iconic
And I don't give a damn
I'm becoming iconic
You got ice but no fans
Iconic! Iconic! Iconic!
I'm back in demand
Aim for the Moon and overshot it

Never wrong, I'm hyperbolic
Dropping bombs, they go atomic
Split the sky, I'm hypersonic
I want it! I want it! I want it!
I think I'm becoming
Iconic! Iconic! Iconic!
I like to talk shit
It must be the Imodium
In my mind I'm at the podium
So inappropriate when I'm dosing
On copious opiates
Hoping it's the dopamine floating
When I'm doping and coping
With the vacuum
Behold I'm holding
On the back of a Gold Wing
Groping like a dope fiend
So I'm probing the coating

From the bottle
Like exposing a fossil
Quoting the opium
Like it's gospel
I'm eroding and loathing
Lost, well
The whole thing
Comes unfolding
Is it my clothing
No I'm molting
I'm just revolting
On this codeine
There's no decoding

Cause I'm
I'm becoming iconic
With these pills in my hand
I'm becoming iconic
And I don't give a damn
I'm becoming iconic
You got ice but no fans
Iconic! Iconic! Iconic!
I'm back in demand
Aim for the Moon and overshot it
Never wrong, I'm hyperbolic
Dropping bombs, they go atomic
Split the sky, I'm hypersonic
I want it! I want it! I want it!
I think I'm becoming
Iconic! Iconic! Iconic!
Got an alien brain in my cranium
I'm in a feud with the humans
You all are proving the fuming
I'm doin' doomed to end in
Your funeral
This business is vicious
It gets suspicious as usual
I swish clean and you (Mist) missed
Like Listerine and Albuterol
I'm pushing the pen
I got a room to offend
With the plume and the Neumann
I assume a pseudonym
You can't fault what I'm stewing
Cause I'm salty and brewed in
You all knew what I threw in

This is business acumen!
I oughta just give them a limerick
I'm too quick to mimic
And then the plot thickens
I'm sick of the chickens
Who cannot even listen
Even when I'm visited
By the Ghost of Pac
Christopher Wallace, and Bach
It's Charles Dickens
Give them the Lyricism
Get the gear shifting
And steer into the collision
This pantomime is typical
This pen of mine with the written, I
Hit them in the viscera I'll diet them
With the vitamins and minerals
And a little bit of literal
Essentially original
I've been twisting the Occipital
Like I am mentally pivotal
I'm hitting and sniffing
On bits of Fentanyl, I'll
Fill them all at the bar, you all have
Watered down the alcohol
The Demerol I did them all
And blame it on the Ethanol
I'm getting to be pretty teed
If I leave it'll be me out of reach
I'm ascending to the ceiling
And I'm sipping Darjeeling
I'm dealing in ephemeral
And feeling on the feminine
Been seeing you all as turtles
While I keep it at a Benjamin
I'm leaping over hurdles
But I heard you got to sit a min
I'm wasted get a girdle
With a ton of guts to fit them in
Cause I challenge them to spit it

With a mouth full of cinnamon When trending equals talent then
I get the talons out again!
I'm flipping the bird
And giving it the avian sentiment
Out of your world
I might've been an alien experiment
Out of orbit I might have mint
A little bit of peppermint
You're killing me fuckabee
It's evident I'm sucker free
And gonna limbo with a guillotine
Feeling the agility
And plan into infinity
I'm not a man, I'm a deity