Reverse Psychology

You get an idea of my elevation like topographical map stop 
I have to go back I don't think I dig that
like paleontologists I find answers beneath the surface nevermind observers I rework this 
my purpose is to first disperse verses second to wreck records dissect the neuronets of the worthless 
forget it 
I know it hurts but y'all deserve this they disappointed me like that cirvicle service
i'm sorry but that wack [bad word] don't work no more so I have to smack y'all in consecutive pores 
it's just thirteen's executive laws my company hired me to correct your competitive flaws 
we desire to redirect your thoughts like brain detours so be sure you listen very closely 
I mostly make you pop, lock, and windmill but that's bologna maybe only aliens control me 

put your hands down 
hey yo this 
ain't no party so don't scream and shout 
what's that about 
it's serious business when the platypus is on the mic
so everybody in the place be quiet 

I opt to be optimistically pesimistic I look forward to chaotic visits from impending doom 
holdin down the door buzzer who is it none other than mister apocalypse how ya doin 
he brought a million of his pet locusts and some sacadas I can't kill them all like the top level of space invaders 
at the exact moment when the digital perpetrators become too fast for me to react to [bad word] 
game over and I ain't go no more quarters so I ask you and you said no so I hope you get kicked out my show hit with bird shirt on the bridge o your nose trip and stub the hell outta your big toe and 

put your hands down 
hey yo this 
ain't no party so don't scream and shout 
what's that about 
it's serious business when the platypus is on the mic so everybody in the place be quiet 

Y-G-O-L-O-H-C-Y-S-P reverse psychology...

this is not a party song, I don't wanna see anybody smilin, I don't wanna see anybody noddin their head, 
and I especially don't wanna see anybody dancin, I don't know what you think this is, you wanna know about the MC? 
just ask anyone I avoid all catastrophes and traps from radioactive rabid MC raps to extemely loud cyborg DATs pumpin pre-recorded accordion techno with screetching sonic feedback 
I select the best flow to launch a counterattack and deflect your worst blow forcefully just knocked you off your horse you get tossed and trampled and curse your fourth generation illegitimate uncle 
I hate that guy like I hate bein kicked in the eye by a bionic donkey with titanium thighs and uranium eyes tramplin my pride geraniums I despise you guys for bringin your wack orangutang friends and hangin when my floors were just shilacked I'm sayin how do you expect me to act 
I'm an equal opportunity host I got parapalegic parasites munchin on me and my breakfast toast 

put your hands down 
hey you this ain't no party so don't scream and shout 
what's that about it's serious business when the platypus is on the mic 
so everbody in the place be quiet