[Mr. J]

Bat my eyes, attack the weak, whack ya knees put you back to sleep, clap ya team like a tambourine while I'm stackin' cheese, act obscene then eat a tangerine, you gassed off a can of beans boiled in gasoline, a fuckin' tragedy, insanity, blasphemy, a ridiculous fantasy loosely based on vanity, damaging wack MC's down to their anatomy, channeling catastrophes and jamming apple trees into their adams apple while their skulls fracturing, actually fractured..ya bastard..I'm as nuts as a bag of planters distributed by Santa & Col. Sanders, i hate to alert you Amber but the banter isnt factored. not has it mattered...after the rapture wraps ya in a foil wrapper and I microwave ya rappers BLAT BLAT YA and snatch them tracks off ya like Napster...word