https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6sFMl5xSrI
lol................I'm yah pappy, nigga!
time to clean house, know your chores, the overlord's open for war
this Black beard'll have you patching shit up IRL for shit said over the board
it's the Mack, the Don..
I've sprinted alongside mastodons, apprenticed by savage Moor's
tune to channel 4 and they'll pan the camera for this man's metaphors
catch yah hoe on the rebound and choke slam the broad
cause I'm the ambassador of crashing boards with magnum force
this OG's nice...
I run with a squad of neanderthals who's war cry is the Ned Flanders call
when the beef's on you sign off, I'll fuckin hand sign brand a bull
so come outside and the last thing you'll see is the inside of ambulance doors
fuck what you niggas peddling...I'm here to break the cycle
I've been pegged as that real stand up nigga who knows how to handle bars
global earthquakes when my verse laid, prone to rattle cores
muthafucka I could incline jump from a criss cross apple sauce
all about that 2nd amendment, so when I wave the gat proudly
you's a square that'll get all bent outta shape, like a fat alchy
and all these haters are mad that I'm awesome
cause I could coach you actors on dyin, I'm James Avery Johnson
and that right there is something that I pioneered
the same shit that got the viewers buggin out like my survival gear
fuck your titles, I'm Riot tier, you niggas all kinds of scared
This yah call of duty? I call you dookie, you online campers go hide somewhere
that HK silencing all hecklers
what I mean is that I'll put you onto that Koch and I aint buying ya'll records
my gun's 10 in 0 meaning ya'll 0 in 10
and I'd come see you with the desert, but that just another hole to dig
I'mma prankster for hire
I'll diss your blood set by mapping your DNA strand with yard g nomes dressed in gangster attire
it's curtains when I draw them show stoppers
I need a show of hands at how many a ya'll puppets think I won't soap & sock you soap operas
I ballkids up, mold em, scold em, and wash em
so don't sweat it, when I mop the floor with you and then come to collect the soles of ya'll roster
put yah hoe to use and dig her out
face fuck her missionary style, that's the dome temple mount
don't you fuckas ever question how lyrical I be
I dip my hands in sarin gas, come jump in the ring with Chemical Ali
I'm Stephen King futuristic flexing ,shit, Rakim wouldn't get the message
till' I appear in a pristine 2016 Christine red lining R pm's with the engine revving
I'm classic, Jabar with a hook off the Glass, Magic with the no look pass
I paint pictures, so retrace my steps and you'll find my foot in ya ass
yah notebooks trash, I'm lunchin while I'm launching, looking for bigger threats
I shadow box with warheads, all my punches are missile silho-uettes
I'm Hannibal Lectur on a binge, Dexter with the syringe
execute perfect trifectas with the pen when I drop a flex on a wim
got the double helix of a Phoenix, product of a demon's Jean splicing
who roams the realms of the rap world to possess Mic's, I'm so in'Tyson
then I'll come through ghostriding a T Bird, you all seem frightened
a well oiled machine that aint rusty 'round them bolts, the God's Grease Lightening
the sedan had the roof with leather but the coupe was better
he's wack, and you're wacker, go make a group together
back on my shit, OG Grant Hill 95's witih the matching fit
cruising my city with the loud pumping some classic shit
on a different wavelength, so adjust yah squelch and address me right bitches
copy! and fuck feedback, my links are over ya'll heads bouncing between satellite dishes