Open Mic: Heat Attack

It's time for a heat attack, what are the odds you'll expand./
Psycho! I will freeze the essence!/
I will go to extreme and pleasant degrees to seize this peasants./
Where are the heavyweights? I see nothing but steak and tendons, that could be seen and mentioned in the meat section, of a grocery store./
Opposing me more? We will see a change in scene showing me kicking you near the ovaries of your whore./
Overly formed poetry, to measures of death, and sorcery,/
Literally I morbidly stomp these rotten heads to forty pieces accordingly./
Eclipse is absorbing heat! The air balloon ain't in the sky, I launch rockets higher than the layers astronauts can find/
Nobody can catch the serrated edge from my razor mind./
I will Invade the times, shorten your shot clock to a violation./
Your time has flown faster from a steroid penetration,/
Causing more inflation making your frame claim statements./
I swear your face is disgraced to say that your shirts are too tight to make it./
In the tension we, can bring the heat, so I could leave you with more shells than Venice Beach,/
Where the heat is unbearable, and God's appeal lacks./
The heat leaves you with more welts like beats from hot wheels tracks./
I shoot dopies harder than addicts, But not as a Serum, B,/
Then upon relapse, I release when crossing swords with Ron Jesremy./
This Eclipse a better parody, Every crime act involving me ain't just a rumour./ My birth was Devil's sense of humour/
Giving your bitches tumours for tits, which explains the lack of nipples,/
And the distance between my D and these whores tits, lesser than an inch, I get em sagging like soggy ripples./
I will cripple this nipsey hustles, you couldn't hustle what your nips see./
Your nips see darkness. no hustle where your nips be./
I'll form more molecular heat waves, when we change from mediation./
I'll start my levitation then bring pain like planetary Devastation./
I'll wreak havoc upon your village, then pillage your family,/
Tragically having thee's mom and dad yelling non-
ecstatically,/
Gradually feeling heat casually,/
Burning like the castles we had to burn down with casualties./

I'm no really sure if I get what you mean there. . But word up bro

Endeavor wrote: It's not rocket science.

feeding flames sounds like combustion to me.