Give it a sec for the pain to start
it ain't for the faint of heart
who seem like nerds at first
for equal rights for niggas
Inventor of the more dementeder flow,
This go for if you're bout it bout it
Whatever's clever, the master fold
Who every hooker heard of but now, ho, no
If we see tomorrow, the next day classes
The villain in the back with the x-ray glasses
Have no fear, the ninja here
Feel 'em like the tinge in your ear
from drinking ginger beer
When it's on loco head gon' lay low
And heat it like beef patty,
If you say so lace the whole case load
They say he wear a metal mask
He told 'em they flows is bitch talk and ayo's
His whole crew walk with pitchfork and halos
Say, ho, if you never worked a J-O
And keep more cash in the stash than a peso
Okay, yo, y'all know who to follow
and leave they place hollow
Oh, shoot, the goose is loose
So wild you couldn't chase it down
with straight fruit juice
Frown like the first time you taste cous cous
troops asking truce, truce
Today on intense wreck week
We have the super villain
in his own defense to speak
It's all part of my mental techniques
Available to freaks and pencil neck geeks
to a insane train of thought
On a campaign trail he came
Charge cash for a autograph
Say some shit to make your daughter laugh
See 'em on the big screen
Do something and never be back
Keep more medicated pads than Stridex
with no known side effects
So what when he grab the mic
he crush your cute cuticles
everything will be beautiful
It would be awfully rude to you,
now get back to your hooty hoo
Damn it, it ain't worth the drama, can it
eat rhymers like pomegranate
Soon as he stepped in he lit the room
Boom, reschedule my noon with Britt Hume
(Doom!) In love with Mary Jane,
Pulled her right from that web head,
Maintain and say it, don't spray it
You wanna see your girl again,
If I had a dime for every rhymer that bust guns
I'll have a cool mill for my sons in trust funds
When I was broker than a broke dick dog
I always kept a L to smoke in thick fog
When it rain it sure do thunderstorm
I got more rhymes in the summer
One, two, microphone checker
First learned to neck off
This is back when he was like crib age
it's like a gauge to the rib cage
Break the mic like a rock star, break a guitar