[Mr. J]

Masterful, a bastard who would rather you act a fool
Blaspheme too…a radical basically laughing mad at you.
Ahead of the avenue making base where they confine animals
Spat at you, tossing crumbs into your cage to rattle you
You, you, you….you cannibal I can’t even help dismantle truth
Blah, blah, blah, that’s how you use the line they handed you
You, you, you….IDIOT, I slap pussy hand it back to the Chihuahua
Hit me with the meow meow…got me writing a day late
Now now…no need to get a hissy fit down in your pissy pit
Who you tryna get Diddy with? I maneuver through the silly shit
Write 50 quips & forget half the work before I really writ…
Stand on stage, hand on rage, man I’m great…banana grapes
Grams or 8ths I like to kill time more than I like to fan the flame
Searching the deserted landscape for a cup of water for my cup of noodles
You fucking 2 shoes, goody some creamer for coffee & a fucking yoohoo
Looks like Im going to have to write some shit now…
It’s funny because I really don’t want to do shit now…