this emcees the hand up mona lisas dress/
not an ease to see me nor beat thee obsessed/
on the sentence/, please to repent, lyrically blessed/
to spiritually messed posessed advocate/
a straight resurect/ devils son to take the best/
and let the pitifull rest in graves of pests/
from a plauge confessed/ and said by ritual lips to beget/
bliss with horrific evil intent/
I wave four bent specific/ and one up left passed the index/
call me kanevil mixid with/ a little less common sense/
at raves i steel to save ta myself the kegs/
savor to crave wealth with intellect,/ wisdom for self, of a select mind set/
Ill behave tame and fine unless/
I find some lame/ I LEFT behind Emcee try to tempt me/
handover the m-p/
and ya demand your damned envy/
lucifers sent me/
to vent in speeds/ un comprehent by the most superior gene/
I underwent training in comedy,/
when I PUNCH lines harder then cris farley/
I never have no means though for being nosey/
its just not that necesary when the adrenalin flows me/
with word weoponary my specialty/, /
im spinnin verbs to wack writers like L-p's
with no recognition /
spittin coniption fits/ wit not a hint of loss/
only limitin to look at winnin/
Fuck the boss/ on, your book im pissin/
yall dismissin hooks like fishin women/
yall should cook, and leave spittin to the less timid/