As I wave to you from the top of Trump Towers,
I see you in the soup line at homeless shelters.
I'm a modern day Renaissance man like the men from Florence,
Your probably a gay sailor named Lawrence.
And seeing how I'm the patron of God,
Your the punk bitch athiest and a fraud.
Now my flows is funky and so fresh,
and yours is garbage, so I'm on top and simply the best.
Let it be no mistake,that you are fony,
I'll eat you up like I eat Rice a Rony.
So Hiphopopotomus stop taking baby steps,
you'll never step to me, thats J-Fresh