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...