Phobos
Psychopathic Symphony: Unraveling Terrorbyte's Menacing Wordplay
Lyrics
I'm so sick, I need a doctor's note to say it on
I'm feeling very unwell, and I need official confirmation from a doctor.
Somebody get ahold of Dre and get him a piano he can play it on
Suggesting a need for Dr. Dre to provide musical accompaniment, humorously connecting it to a piano.
I'm diagnosed, spit sick, strep throat
Stating a diagnosis of being lyrically sick, likening it to a severe throat infection.
Tongue depressed and it's got a trench coat
Metaphorically expressing a depressed state of the tongue, using a trench coat imagery.
Like a Columbine kid and it's lobbin' bombs
Comparing oneself to a troubled individual, metaphorically throwing verbal attacks in a crowded setting.
At everyone in the club while they're takin' shots
Continuing the metaphor of verbal attacks in a social setting, using explosive imagery.
I'll take you motherfuckers back to school
Expressing a desire to educate others, possibly through intense and aggressive means.
Learn to count, middle fingers got two
Boastfully claiming to have two middle fingers for counting, suggesting defiance.
Got the whole alphabet and still can't do
Playfully mentioning having knowledge (alphabet) but not utilizing it effectively.
All the things that I do with an "F" and a "U" oh
Describing unconventional actions with the letters "F" and "U," likely indicating rebellion.
MC's easily dismissed, one shot, no aim, just shoot from the hip
Belittling other MCs as easily dismissed, emphasizing a lack of effort in the dismissal.
I never really was a popular kid
Reflecting on not being popular during childhood.
This track is a class, if you're not my friend, you might wanna skip
Presenting the track as a lesson and advising those not friendly to skip it.
HA HA HA HA HA
Expressing laughter, possibly indicating amusement or mockery.
I pulled a 187 on the 315
Claiming a metaphorical murder or defeat in a situation involving the number 315.
I got the scope of a sniper rifle pressed up against my third eye
Describing a focused and intelligent perspective, comparing it to a sniper's scope on the third eye.
A sharp-shooter, I'm on that high IQ
Claiming a sharpshooter role with a high IQ, focusing on designing impactful punchlines.
Where I design punchlines, made of chalk, that I spit on the pavement around you
Using creative metaphors to describe the impact and design of delivered punchlines.
I murder the scene, ain't heard 'a your team, they talkin' about me
Asserting dominance in the rap scene, dismissing the relevance of others talking about their own team.
I'm packin' six rounds, I'm huntin' you down, so gimme a shout, G
Claiming pursuit with ammunition, inviting a response from opponents.
I'm an evil genius, they say I'm a demon
Self-identifying as an evil genius or demon, hinting at a dark and powerful artistic persona.
Play my shit in reverse, I bet it's a curse, Imma kill you with words
Suggesting a reverse play of the track might reveal a curse, emphasizing the lethal power of words.
Tongue so sharp it'll cut you in half
Highlighting the sharpness of the tongue, warning of its cutting impact.
You shoulda turned around and run the other way
Advising someone to avoid confrontation, as the consequences will be severe.
Before you started steppin' to the psychopath
Claiming a psychopathic persona, warning against challenging the artist verbally or otherwise.
'Cause you bitches can't fuck with me, like a friend zone
Comparing opponents' inability to compete to being stuck in the "friend zone."
Got you runnin' outta bars, like a dead zone
Boasting about overwhelming opponents, likening it to a lack of options in a dead zone.
I'm The Poltergeist, so let your friends know
Identifying as a Poltergeist, suggesting an ability to haunt and create lasting impressions.
I'll always get the last laugh, like
Claiming to always have the final, victorious laugh in any situation.
HA HA HA HA HA
Expressing laughter, possibly reiterating the artist's confidence and dominance.
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