madd Professor: (stoned)"heh heh heh... shit... if i wasn't so high... i'd rip myself... fuck it... yo, how old is you? alright, here, (keys get tossed), you're my designated driver, kid..."

MP: drunk on pills overdosing on whiskey, i popped paula jone's "2pac"-marks and it was no "biggie"/
tried finding my Nirvana by smoking the stones from the sauna, but it was risky/
spitting fifty or sixty words a minute, tried to get jig-e-with it but it turned flimsy/
giving grizzly vivid visions splitting eyelids, you can't miss this/
make a living pissing on other rappers missing the albums shatter, when i got flows to sell/
new newbies kissing up to a wack verse... i know this scene too well/
at first its aiight, but we're too close to hell, its a set up, after they step up they're supposed to bail/
i barely grab a Mic and somehow these kids still snag a bite/
its like i write my name then it ain't mine no more/
useless, chew less swallowing bitches, its like fighting for fifth place in the final four/
i gotta go to the fourth page to back up my verse, feel yours? fuck, i ain't got a spinal cord/

(x2)in a forced verse i can dig up more dirt needed to bury these whore herbs straight forward and six feet is barely enough torture/ die... DIE!

i got... psychotic optics looking to bother objects, to offend a defense against any enemy/
exterminate all the wack and that's my job, my job is a lot 'n' all i got is it/
lost this profit to herb goblins, in the office i always doubt about it ever being mine/
i'd never shout it or mention it in a rhyme cuz every time i'd die or climb to another level/
someone would reply "yo, elevate blah blah be a better rebel"/
shit, i might as well sever several heads, start an army and be the general/
lets be generous and generate a better cuss word to separate into a verse/
either absurd or worse, incredible un-credibility is my fee, think i'm ill? i'm wack, don't remind me/
that i'm an Emcee with a degree in dependency/
sniffing dope lines and drinking O-G in a bottle of envy/
never again will i rely on a reply, fuck friendly/
leave a link and i'll think about why i should dick ride, naw, i don't wanna be trendy!/

(x2)in a forced verse i can dig up more dirt needed to bury these whore herbs straight forward and six feet is barely enough torture/ die... DIE!

yall act like you've never seen a high person before/
jaws all on the floor, like you found out Britney was just a whore/
and men in shorts ran up and down a field just trying to score/
...
i got dope flows and i don't gotta look at what a horoscope knows/
and soap rope couldn't keep me connected to clean no more/
so... hide your pen its me again, high on hydrogen i need a friend/
neglect negligence reticent to every head heading it/
wack presidents? only after my ass is off this country, jetison/
rap-ready to vent at these... freeposting herbs who never learned i'm not a jealous man/
cuz i don't wanna be wack with a life where wack was a lapse/
and rap was an act too fast so i'd collapse and laugh/
so hard i'd realize i was just like that/
a fact from a status after the statistics got added-subtracted/
to find my disease was what it was, i couldn't hack it/
wack? of course i had it, till time took shit off me/
made me an un-curable ill with a few losses, see?/
fucking bitches like -----, -----, -----, made it gay to be an honest Cee/
without the M, cuz it was used for My best friend/
constant hypocrisy nonstop with no real end/
i’m off fucking subject, tell a friend!/
this is madd professor, later... peace till then//

(climbs out of the car)
MP: "here's a free car"

(x2)in a forced verse i can dig up more dirt needed to bury these whore herbs straight forward and six feet is barely enough torture/ die... DIE!... die... please die... bitches
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peace

signed,
~Professor~