My juiciest line was the one time I said my “rhymes are tasty as fajita wraps”/ like I rap “spicy lines that coagulate”/ so nice, I can charge a hun’ed at the gate/ you can bite-off my lines, but the chewing tends to be difficult/my food for thought is so raw it’ll make your tongue sore/ I’m the swash-buckling wordsmith/that’ll send ya stock crash-tumbling like Martha Stewart’s/you don’t stand a chance like “Bonne Chance!” and French Francs/in the presence of General Tommy Franks/your flow is so passé/when it goes back, you get clapped/ for “Tu a trespassé”/mine’s tighter than Jay’s ‘cause I invent new shit like Faraday