Alot of shits gona be said so I think I should clear it
If raps you life your dead an after this your a spirit
Set back for just minute and watch me put on a clinic
From a lyrical menace you must salute the lieutenant
Gimmy your attenit-on son I drop bombs from A to Z
Now you met the boss an by now you lost from A to B
See, when rhymin im the doc well you can call me D.O.C.
You owe me forty bucks for the lesson check or C.O.D.?
Its immanent you lose I bruise infernal fowl immigrants
On this mic Im droppin shit like internal bowel stimulants

Aight let the voting comence