Once again using vocab he don't even understand,
Can't escape being a herb, it's in your DNA strand,
So you keep your dictionary, wouldn't give it up for the world,
And you wear dresses, cuz like Madonna you a material girl,
Did you see any punches? Cuz i only saw slaps,
He's lost like an army without a plan of attack,
No going back, you're trapped, lack the mental agility,
Smash your back with a cadillac, promiscuous duplicity
Is my game, but i doubt you even know what that means,
My mathematical raps make me a lyrical supreme,
Super lyrical like Big Pun, of that I'm unequivocal,
And my synical syntax leaves you spinning with anecdotes,
Jokes, you're idea of dancin is the hokey-pokey,
You ask men like your mother "Can you please poke me?"