[Mr. J]

Me?



I'm the alpha & omega outfitted with the doubt & the haters
a fresh spin that blew away the dust that surrounded your sega
I run this shit to the point that I make cardio an art
Sending shells up your rainbow road this ain't Mario Kart
this is a scar to your heart, a pacemaker next to a microwave
potent with the dialogue, my recreation is Hitchcock in his Psycho days
you recycle? Great! Reviving dying text in Christian fashion
Literally sucking the life out of the OM with your lipstick smacking
I depicted action, you tip toe behind the curtains, silent so pipe down
lighters up its another sad song, you better than me? That's a riot...Mike Brown
I laugh til my sides out..and these shots hit you like a Kennedy scam
you tight jean wearing nut huggers have no aim...Yosemite Sam
you'll get it eventually fam, I set flame to ya crew & ya written works...
all them high hopes & hot air dont you know what happened to the Hindenberg?
Whatever..get your gimmicks worth, pave the way for the ridicule
Another throw away verse that came jam packed with the syllables
the cliches, the typical...I told em...they still buy it...