Master of tha pen and tha pad, Deliver sins in a bag
Easily overcomin' tha loss of tha friend tha I had
Never quittin', even tho it often seemz lost
Tryin' to gain back, tha pain that was seen on tha cross
I am Nastradamus, No honest, None possess skillz beyond this
Lyricist that bypasses 'Speares sonnets, Eatin' bacon while bein' Islamic
Literally? No Imma African slash Italian dash American
Inheritin' tha talent to inhale more reefer than a Pelican
Simply tha best, Wit tha letters AI tatted on my chest
I fathered tha screen ya lookin' at containin' tha text, And tha way I fucc wit it should be considered incest
Lyrically there is no contest, And for those wonderin' Im not blessed
Literally it's easy to see why Im considered one of God' Best

Hook:
Ain't none of ya'll better than us
AI that is U kids should look into a career in quittin
Ain't none of ya'll better than us
By wat I stated in my verse most of ya'll would curse that this shit was written

But no think again, I've been thru and survived my sins
Once again Im here to prove why Ur rap idol wants to be my friend
Whos ya next of kin? Im bragalicious as u bitches can see
Stash ya wishes on tha fallen star tha U used to be
Most of ya'll is prolly like, MeNTiLL? Who's he? If so ya'll sum dumb mutha fuckas
Test me and U'll be a pile of blood cleaned up wit tha quilted quicker picker upper
Im made of rubber, And it's obvious that ya'll are plastic
Imma son of a bitch who don't exist, So Imma bastard
Typin' this acid, Hold up beware reader U should stand back
Be cautious cuz this message could contain Anthrax.....Peace


Oh and a side note...This isn't written...I did key it up...