[Verse 1]
This that, black liquorice delicious sh**
I'm in this sh** to win this sh**
Just give me a minute, special edition trying to rap with a lisp
Or a speech impediment that's peddling faster than Lance did
No need for a second glance kid
Or two takes, yo I'm the one take wonder
I strike lightning and rhyme thunder
I'm the real ninth wonder
The other eight of 'em fall even when they see my name
I bring the pain and keep it constant like permanent dismay
This is a brutal display, so shut your eyes
And with open ears just concentrate on this musical vibe
I take you through the years, and take you back another century
When rap was never meant to be
To be or not to be is not the question I mean that honestly
But honestly I don't cuz you other f*ggots were never part of the prophecy
But probably you know because I took it over like Constantine
At the age of seventeen I got the meanest regime
Poetry machine, carmina machina I speak the language of the gods
You lacking flow like menopause
But you acting like a b**h on her period you'd benefit from gauze
So you can hold the applause, pause
Until I school these silly bulls with my syllables
My brain is like a stone wall, impenetrable
Your b**h just wet her unmentionables
I got a thirst that's unquenchable
Better go find something else that's sensible
My music is sentimental when k**ing these instrumentals
My potential is detrimental and my flow is consequential
I'm something mental k**ing all these weak a** rappers
Let me check your credentials I'm acting exponential
*f***
*You can probably just leave that it sounded kinda cool*
[Verse 2]
My rhymes will make your skull split
Phatter than that b**hes britches, busting at the seams and sh**
Cripple when you hear me starring beats like I'm an asterisk
This track I remixed and mastered it
I'm not a pacifist but you f*ggots have asked for it
So never send it back at me
I know that life can be a b**h just like bad acne
Go ahead and throw your raps at me
They never phase me f*ggot I just
Save you maggots like I'm Julie "The Cat" Gaffney
I'm baffling, every single rapper to make a request
Actually gets hung from the rafters
I'm like Bruce Banner so where are your manners
You won't like me when I'm angry
I'm lanky but I'm swinging like a New York Yankee
You can thank me later
For now I'm just writing rhymes on this paper
I got my paper in tapers
Sending these rappers to their makers
Making or breaking ties
I'm contemplating these lies
Never wear a disguise
I see the prize through my eyes, surprise
I see the size of you other guys
You're small fries and none of 'em wise
You're just a bunch of spies
And that's the reason I despise you flies
The sky is falling from the highest of highs
Now that's a great demise