Yo Mr. J, I seen your word to assemble...
So lemme bring a verse to make these virgins all tremble
I bring the hurt with utensils. perfect with pencils
Rhymes so sick they need a surgeon general warning
Better yet, a surgeon in general..
So aim your pitchforks and torches at the monster
Bunch of followers, bring those sheep all to my slaughter
You a robot, dawg, they should call you Goddard...
My bars are so heavy they still looking for a spotter
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