[Mr. J]

I am the grenade to a small child
the hidden claim to yall guile
the world is insane, let us all smile
when the winds change, its called wild
punches leave em laid out, my fall style...
better than yall style.
not another sicker or this volatile
I educate kids now my style...is yall style
watch...as the bobomb walks by you.
Im set to blow as the detectives role.
ending ending in the next episode.
I rise like Romans, ride like Trojans
a flow that you can behind like Moses
if you bitches fresh to death, Im buying roses
dope shit for you to align ya noses.
this takes no time...despite you novices
theres more...behind the opus