[Mr. J]

I can't justify wanting life to be so simple
You need yo symbols to beast, so simple.
I beast, you a leech latching onto to me...
Go figure, I search for souls in a burst of prose
While you stage shit I make the curtains close.
Phantom of the Opera blasting at ya mantra
What's on your mind couldn't fuck with me...
Be mad at your barber.
I out last ya clowns fast no one could doubt that.
Slang verbal like herbal on yo type you nerd you.
How you gonna compare Garfield to Nermil...
I jump over hurdles but skip over you like a wack track
Schooly D with a backpack cruising deep & blat blat.
Who is he? Back to back with a bag of cracker Jack's.
Mowing through more Bush than Afghanistan...
Or something similar to that. Got a screw loose.
Watching ya goof troop write raps in tutus.
My noose use got me asking ya how it's hanging.
While J crack jokes I'm up in Brown sugar like Sanaa Lathan
You broads faking. I'm bored as shit and wrote this like I was on vacation