[William S. Burroughs]
How did this all start?
How did you get here in the first place?
If you found conditions so distasteful here on Planet Earth, why did you stay?
Good question, I mean good questions, young man
[Verse 1]
Oooo, the way my heart pumps magic 23
Feeling like the velveteen rabbit
Running with Jeezy and Indians
Cold blooded with a set of peace raps obsidian
These actions satisfy the inner Simian
From the zoo to the UFO
I can see clones about up in flashier clothes
Drying the clothesline
If I can help 'em I just cut em like swineless, priceless to the rhyme
Dimebag the bones
Hock'em by the road on vagabond close
Breathing through the nose like I'm bleeding through the quotes
I only stop the flow to breathe in, then let it go
My creed rolling slick
Greed running thick
Blaq Russian in this b**h
Ivan, The Terrible
Hip hop reviver, my miracles give lyrics the himelick
Sick as the mind get
Just check if the spine twitched, divide scripts
Java, MS DOS the doct was straight from the doctor
Never ever ever met the proper Jon imposter
Prematurely in the incubator with this ink and paper made me speak in major
In the incubator with this ink and paper
[William S. Burroughs]
My arrival here was an accident
An accident in which I lost my sight
If a man makes a certain amount of money by a certain means
He will go on making more money by the same means
That's all
Human activities are fairly predictable
[Verse 2]
Script the parchment
Just to pick apart the varmint
Spin the carca** on the spit
Spin those build award drobes undone keeping torches lit
Stay tortureless world grows as tongue unravels p**no
The dick market price
The rhymes will never be this nice
Seeing how lightning strikes
You like for me to ice
Should I forget the orchid of my life
My mind will most likely hermaphrodite and cap the night
This unorthodox flow's unchosen you never know 'til the afterlife
After light has being shown, I am prone to remind your favourite rapper what life after d**h rapping's like
I'm a dog, I'm a beast, I'm a Magnemite
Compa** points to your boy like magnetite
Tight, tight, tight
All encompa**ing the flow could give these head nods deaf and drumless
Leaving rappers toothless and gumless
They never heard of a vocal cord or jawline I judge them
Round these parts no, f**
Round these parts no flubbin
I don't f** witcha ho boys
They so dumb they think the Vice President is Joe Budden
They biding my style
Yo, they biding my styyyyle
[William S. Burroughs]
What sort of place did you people come from?
What sort of place did we come from?
If you want the answer to that question, just look around
Ladies and gentleman, you have just heard an interview with Mr