Got a critical style like a political exile so it marinated
with crime and devastated even the minds of the educated
produce strong fears after long years of writing and fighting
and like a dumb cow I somehow manage to do damage by igniting
beef on plates with beliefs great Burger king burn bazaar oil
when they charbroil sirloin steak, save my interior wrap my car in foil
damn shame I have to campaign to get replies on this site
must have lead feet I feel like dead meat wow I’m being disliked
have glamour in my grammar not the academic jargon that’s
a rare skill in an affair filled with slang and dang overly fat
curse words the worse nerds I ever laid eyes on yall, write
English to excite distinguished guests they laugh all night
A winner incredible like vinegar on vegetables this stuff delight
Taste buds and waste scrubs I see lace at clubs try pick up girls
sick corrupt world of first come first serve tight skirts slick butts hurls
crush rooms and flush goons down toilets after I eat mushrooms
they give me muscle so I live to hussle another day as a plush groom
ready to marry and carry a girl across the thrush hole then rush a tune
on my CD a real slow song as the sex glow strong bedsprings go kaboom!