Reburst - Out Back by 4 Lyrics

I'm thinking of this diligent illegitimate flick of the wrist
I can hit them with a little trickle of this
Piece of this black top floor, meet me out back by four
And we can fucking
Bring up the fists, hit or miss, skin our fingers to bits, or we can
Meet on this black top floor, meet me out back by four

I'm a bit of a wimp, I'm oretty sure you've noticed
I've never had to go against a hand full of thrown fists
They tell me I gotta be ready to take a steady hit to the face
So I don't explode like confetti
But I bet I'm better breaking their hands and bending em backwards
With a blow to my face and watch them bleed in this place
I'm a punching bag with a bag full of razers
I must enact that I'm a tad bit abrasive
Unless you've had me as a friend in the back of a class
You know my words are rather crass and insane first

Take a little step backwards and we'll see
Flash your academics and we'll see

I'm a bit of a pep talk boxed as an animal
Or rather caged except these walls blend into my mandables
And I'm half a second from a cannibal
Got a can full of skulls fresh for the best casserole
Put your dukes up high, you wanna fight a boss well I'm not that guy
But challenge me to some verbal abuse
And I'll leave contusions on your body from the foot to the roof
And leave a sour taste in your mouth
My one shots not yet come hot from the south
But I reckon you just gotta get it get it get it
Don't forget I'm better anyways
I don't even gotta shout I'm
Taking a bit of time to unwind
Making a bit of a rather steady incline
We swine are never gonna be fine if we fight
But fight back we must, I don't think I'm gonna ever resign
I'm stellar and fine
I'm a lyrical alien of a clever design
And I'm fucking hella divine
And I'm ahead of my time
People listening are thinking 'What the hell are these rhymes'
People are thinking that I am off and it's awful
They're nervous around me like I'm a cough in a brothel
My lyrical action is something often applaud for
I'm raucous and toxic, I'm stomping on coffins
I'm breaking the earth with my words so colossal
I shatter your spine like I'm the bane on your Console
And speakers, my reverb will cause you to fall and
Call up the cops because a murderers on you

I'm thinking of this diligent illegitimate flick of the wrist
I can hit them with a little trickle of this
Piece of this black top floor, meet me out back by four
And we can fucking
Bring up the fists, hit or miss, skin our fingers to bits, or we can
Meet on this black top floor, meet me out back by four