mic skills a train wreck/a pain in the neck
nearly fainted off the vapors, underrated
the straight type weapon that fufills death wishes
dial eight nine seven , the extension that prevents livin
its all a big mess round here, you dont even know the half
aint nothin but a mound of beers, all empty with no caps
set em aside and saved em for a craft art project
they told me to 'freeze!', i laughed hard then dropped it
its not worth it, best to let things end peacefully
revolt chop the kings head and let the people see it
show the masses the throned have been de-throned
no asses that ive boned can handle or hold a candle to the deep throat
forward passes are legal, i am the thug slaughter ruler
the score classless, 9-nil, dump the water cooler
give the coach a shower, the dude kinda needs it
hunting for dingleberries, still cant find the reese's
argue APR's and remaining time of leases
im the kind that teaches but you need an HMO, like mike reese's
you might duck your bros because you like to suck toes
soon youll need a turniquet to stifle blood flow
we cant have everything, at least not all of what wed like
i had a deer tick once, but flying fleas bite
them shits hurt, tiny skin pinchers
i lack understanding and whiny kids get imprisoned

our organization is tight, mate/dont try to infiltrate
youll find with the hate thats theres far less time to wait
to get your mind straight, it can now be done immediately
i run this like a wine taste, its something done frequently
what a migrane i seem to have acquired
lines kept me wired but minds still enquired
tabloids hold interest like no other
pass the TB skintest and find your long lost brother
its amazing what they can do nowadays
with the help of triple OT and double dollars paid on holidays
the workforce has gotten greedy/the jerk tore from the mouths of the needy
to fill his own hole with mounds unimpeded
if you obstruct safe through-o-fare to the destination
youll get your-whole-hair pulled with no trepedation
so lets nick veins and kick lames like blood brothers
keep it realer then rick james and his other lovers
did you ever wonder about where we go when we die?
a friend lied and said I'd otherwise pen rhymes
whether I was in the heaven line or set to burn in hell fire
you still forgot to pill pop and i must have told you ten times
he spoke truth we all do...sometimes
im not a bitch so save that shit and quit tryin to run lies
you will not gain admittance if i have anything to do with it
the mic is in the hands of the present king and im a fool with it