Hey-Yo, I''m a man who planned a scandal to man-handle the wack mammals of the rap panel////
My rhymes is like a noose that is wrapped tight////
My tounge is the knife that''ll leave u hung in the night////
Young in the light////
burned cuz u can''t handle the heat I spit in the mic////
I rip ya place up///
Slit ya face up////
the problem is u didn''t see who did it cuz I amputated u from the waist up////
I''m presently in the presence of seven dead presidents who''s white residence is larger than the fixodent on old folks denture sediments////
Now i got an evil cockiness that sustains such confidence it shines back on me with deserving prominence////
My body creates traits that''ll penetrate Satan''s gate and strip his cape to checkmate////
turn the brainfood he has on his main plate straight into a clean slate////
Instigate the date-rape and impregnate///
It all relates like hamburger does to steak///
Walking around like a duck who don''t give a fuck///
What the fuck is "Wobble Wobble"?///Like Slim I aint no "Role Model"////sippin back on a Pill bottle goin full throttle till i think philosophical like Aristotle///
I''ll rock a lil red hood to stuff ur ass blasted into my grandmother''s hand basket////
take u on a voyage more fantastic than Coolio on acid////
the lyrics i wrote should coax ya throat ta choke////
put a lump in it/////
like a speedbump wit a hump in it////
I''m like the deep end of a pool, if u can''t swim, don''t jump in it////But that''s just how the wind blows///i
let people drive my car underwater cuz i got power windows///
So u flatlined for the first and last time cuz your thoughts thought they could go past mine///
the topic of this shocking synopsis ends when I pop optics till they shoot outta sockets like snot rockets////
verbal prophet that''ll skin ya cap worse than Davey Crockett////
Even u wit a glock in ya pocket couldn''t stop it///
U like a lost possum who doesn''t know whether to eat salads or just to toss ''em////
inexperienced cuz u neva crossed the awesome who can open ya jaw some////
speak to u deeply and tell u where we get the rap laws from//// get ya shit straight, ya got ya facts squirmished////
more wack than a track by MC Taxidermist////shits affirmitive and then affirmished, im boiling and ready 2 explode like a loaded furnase////
i displayed my skillz like lyrical acrobatic drills///
comin off cabinet shelfs spittin hot metal shells////that could crack static like the shit a cavity fills////
u don''t rap for the love of the rap////
u just wanna shoot the loot///cuz u''s a fruit///if u were an apple i''d verbally eat u to the core////leavin u wit a relapse when u never even had a lapse before//// i appreciate ur persistance but u can''t rap so i''ma end ur exsistance spittin at ya from a point blank distance////spittin lyrics like volts of a thunderbolt similar to a thirty-eight hundred colt////Now its the night of your funeral////Face whiter than a tuna roll///all because u couldn''t flow toe to toe alive for five bars cuz u got chronic asthma////u missed ya dream////cause when you spit, you were puffin on anti-histamines...