"Believe me, I'm not even done escorting Dillusionist's ass out.


Like bench press I ‘rip’ Pex for constantly buggin’ the EYES/
And like before sexual intercourse your struggling to rise,/
You talk shit but it’s apparent The Lord’s “Kingdom’s” Crumbling/
Incoherent mumblin’, Mainly from all the cum guzzling,/
Your hopes, tumblin’ south, ya thoughts, fumblin’ out/
Your "on tha ball" only when a "dick’s in yo mouth…"/
Leave in you own will, only cuz IM playing the field/
You’ll only suc-seed (succeed) when I’m spraying cum in ya grill/,
Kicking the “ill”-“logic” like teachers with hacking coughs /
“Sticking to the matter at hand” only when he’s “whacking off”/
Nigga ain’t “The King”, and sho’can’t make a “jailhouse rock”/
DE$SKILL$ “drop slick bars”? Just for any “jailhouse cock”/
INTERNET faggot, smashed like fruit by Gallagher’s mallots/
“Can’t count on” SKETCHED text "to win" like “Butterfly Ballots”/
Puzzled at your disgrace, I’m working on changing my morals/
My verse’s a “slap in your face”… rearranging ya orals/
Next, you sport *triangle rainbows to “rep Spectrum”/
Record’s reflection shows your "shaft" in ya voters’ rectum/
Pre-writing? I splits your lines like the “Mason-Dixon”/
You’ll win If ya friends “Dick”-”Ride” more than “Mrs. Nixon”/