just a warmup - remember, just have fun
my rhymes are so sick, i'm so vile when i sling
a flurry of lines, a rush, like a vial, antidote from my throat
as you choke for a while, i laugh as i bring
a smile to your face, as i claim my crown as king
i spar with you for a while before i knock you out the ring
busting shots at ya feet, i'll make you dance and sing
word play is gay, and i don't need no corny puns
i dont need jesus savior, just give me some horny nuns
i'm not tryin to be a champion, against you zombies
yall sleepwalkin like ambien, yall as preppy as the suits,
the jews in armanis, so when you try to act ghetto,
you aint got nothin on me, yall fakers in candy land
maybe i'm not in reality, but i aint in it to win it
i'm not in it for salary, or pension but i'm in a dimension
beyond your comprehension
i rap - just cuz i can, i'm like encore
i make whores out of all of you stans