Retcon

First allow me to speak quiet the room sit down in your seats I got a message that I want to preach some lessons that I got to teach Before I begin I just want to warn you I'm not like the artists that you see before you There's rules I refuse to conform to Just because you listen don't mean I'll reward you We all got a past do you got what it takes To dump out the gas and laugh at the blaze Slaughter your memories and trash your mistakes And slash out the acid that lasts in your veins Pick up the hatchet and hack through the maze Dressed in all black like you're back in the day On the attack now you're back in a way That got all of the demons all backing away You'll see the anger you'll see the pain But ain't going to know about the blood in the rain Until I get done with this record No checkers the rooks coming straight for the king You'll see the singer you'll see the rapper You won't see nothing but graves in the pasture Erasing my past like a natural disaster hey Batten the hatches it's time for the rapture A little bit of time and I'll make it on my own A little bit of time and I'm taking up the throne Taking my chances making demands I'm going to show them all in time I'm the man Murder weapon with the pen no prints like Change the color of the rain like Prince like Got NF vibes? Tell me something that I haven't heard don't worry I'll wait Waiting patiently for the name drop They don't want to push the button that will make the game stop I'm kind of like Jordan I'll retire two or three of them when I come back with the forty five Yeah I'm back because there's more to die I'm mean like Rick making Morty cry Coming out the ocean when I stomp on your town Leaving blood in the rain it's a gory sight Murder anybody in the way Taking aim find me in the dark room developing Spit blood and bellow adrenaline when I get it in Fire with it I'm eloquent when I murder in elegance Leave a calling card with the evidence like woah DA's handing the sentences like woah Retcon everything you know about a man At hand be the day of your reckoning Stock to the cheek taking aim I got a right to be mad don't blame If I get voted most hated That clap back track I guarantee will be flames Wendigo out for blood it's about time If you get in my way you get outlined Talking about rhymes you get outshine I'm going to make you eat every syllable if you doubt mine Shooting from the hip from the foul line When I say jump jump you're going to tell me how high Sweating out aggression I'm pressing you from the brow line You're going to learn a thing about rhymes when it's chow time This is outright murder in the first degree Listen up now I'm giving you all a courtesy A formal invite you all will be the first to see The retcon buckle up for the murder spree