[Verse 1: Jimmy E.L.E]
I be k**in em, with adrenaline sentences, and filling em with k**a synonyms from the villas up to the tenements
Venomous since, cinnamon minced and pinched as an ingredient in the cinnabun, over the drum we finna cum like a millin nuns, I'm Attila the Hun packing a zillion guns, my reptilian tongue strike and slash these criminal c*nts, for making me look like I am the villanous one, Well then men guess the villain has won, yes and his pen has a billion and one flows, if trillion and one foe, were chilling at my show, lyrics be k**in em slow, till decomposed and froze into penicillin from mold, give em some mo (more), fans are raising their hands from ceiling to flo (floor), this man is invincible mode, k**ing em cold, fulfilling foretold, principle k**ings in scrolls, from aeons and aeons and aeons and aeons ago
Psss, not even holding a seance with ghosts, could get you to come close, to feeling the utmost, chills and thrills, upclose from hearing him spill cutthroat, lyrics that k** the most, advanced lyrical mans on both coasts, a low blow to those blokes in England or Japan E.L.E smokes locs, and rhythms like Tyrone Biggums smoking a gram of coke, rip em and shiv em and trip em, and diss em, and zip em
Jakes traced him on Miami Ave, I placed him inside a body bag, only his mommy mas mad, one of these days I'mma find me a pad one of these days, and k** me a f*g, one of these gays definitely gone pay, for making rainbows so gay, what the f** did I say? Was I thinking out loud? Look at the crowd they're looking at me strange, so I bit his face and growled, then I put
The gun to my brain, and yelled I'm out BLAOW!
Guess I was destined to BLOW like George Jung since I was very young and impressionable, I'm fresh with the flow
Underground like root vegetables, who woulda known I'de go from boosting to choosing impeccable poems
Exceptional forms beyond congressional norms, I created spectacle storms of special words born, to be inspected by
Skeptical professors in dorms *(Inhales breath)* Only to be rejected by bespectacled freckled corns!
[Bridge: Jimmy E.L.E]
This is the part where I continue to say words that rhyme together in an entertaining manner, but I was just too lazy to
Say anything over this part of the beat again, f** it here it goes I guess
[Mock Verse: Jimmy E.L.E]
Super scientific, cryptic mystic, lipstick chapstick get your a** kicked, graphic tactics, super symmetric basket, weaving
Even leaving Steven Jimmy beaming steaming semen creaming demon, Oh my gosh!
[Verse 2: Jimmy E.L.E]
Times are hard but I am harder, the fire starter, hurry up and get my lyrics via barter, before I release my spirit
And die a martyr before tomorrow, so sayonara, I lied I hired a charter, and I'mma fake my d**h like Tom Sawyer, and
Hide in Nicaragua till it's over, then come back, like 2Pac as a holographic soldier, while my real self travels the
World 3 times over!
Oh sh**, the beat is over