[Mr. J]

Caught up in thought, brought up to draw.
Brought up on Ra, ya rhymes jotted like Ja
Ya rules fucked up, ya crew are suck ups.
My laser at ya head, ya laser is pointed at Duck Hunt
Boy, what the fucks up with that drama though.
I'll bust in yo wife eye in your grand Mama's home.
My flow fuck up yours quicker than a period.
Synchronized monthly and this ain't that serious...
I laugh at competitors that try to match wits
Give ya a line and hook the same way you catch fish.
Come get catfished or body bagged mad quick.
Ya ideas are cute & sillier than playing madlibs.
I'm a beast listening to Madlib adding my ad libs
Chilling with a bad bitch who feeds me my sandwich
While I chill in the madness, staring into oblivion
Shitting into the same shit hole that you living in.
I been teaching since you kids started listening...
Look at the dividends and how they limit them.
Look at those minutemen, Missy would be dismissing them
I enjoy this, they so serious it voids all innocence