[ACTIVATE SELF]

First off let’s be clear...
I wrote some of the dopest shit you lames have ever read
Don’t give a fuck what the haters say
The entertainment value alone should grant me major pay
See I’m a universal soldier goin to war with Major Pains
Causin major pain, but I’m not Damon Waynes
But since we namin’ names
Call me Damien
I’m Satan’s claim to fame
I’ll rearrange ya brain like a scrabble board
If we grapple or we go to war
I’ll crack ya scalp’n core right on the chapel
floor
Until you sea the goat like a Capricorn
I’m packin more threads than a fashion whore
Bitch, I’m savage, gorge on you babbage rappers
When I crash the board, it’s a fact I’m bored
And that’s factory, which actually
means that it’s facts or it’s “fax” if you ask the streets
Just don’t ask police if they after me
Or go’n @ a dweeb who be actin sweet
With a faggot theme and an average scheme
Tryna scrap wit me?
Bitch I clap the heat
When I smash the keys
So every read that you peep is a masterpiece
Jack, I’m Master P
In a magazine
Back in ‘93
Teeth full of gold
Rockin shows wit no cavities