Oy vey...

MC's are like soy whey

No wonder they gave me the trenchcoat
Watching these little boys play

You could search the entire playground
Six ways;

And never find a third grade elementary
Inner city kiddie

With as much
untapped potential as lost second private CK
But eh

With the lack of intensity in his written dispensing

It steady becomes a given

defending
The title of

Whipping boy

Second to last in command from the run date.

All hyphen
in quotation with no space

Perhaps he'll escape the sting
Of this friendly whippin one day

Because I don't find fun in it like it's Monday

I do it cuz I care about cha!

Next time you have an excuse for the lack of lyrics in your book remember this

Everyone else in the crew givin me anonymous tips

Drown in my torrent or
Form a flotation device with your lips

I'll leave you shaken and flat every time like Sierra Mist

...You belong
to the constituents that beat up

Supposed to be the tank, the heavy, the prodigy, cleanup

Sir dispense of the claptrap
'For I put down my teacup.

Please, bub

I'll slap the cucabugs outta your head

The ash offa your knees
And the corn outta your peas bud

Takin my hat while I'm not looking

And takin selfies up inside my bathroom
Hmmm. It y'know, seems sus.

Why every time you visit you lookin' to eat bruh?

But come time for the rhymes u ain't earnin' yo keep bruh?

This isn't meant to be taken as disrespect

I want you to get in the stu' and prove these lyrics incorrect

This isn't even elaborate like missionary sex

But you'll still feel this L like hot children on your chest

Baby bench press
Watch your step like the gout

You must have some pair
Tryna come at my full house

Mysterious incident outta the Tanner household

Bring the thunder to me I'm returning it one thou'fold

Gratuitous ruthlessness havin' you lookin' dubious

The deck is stacked up against you like holographic quadruplicates

Leave him the anesthesia
It seems that he's out cold

Dubbing thine musings less fashionable than South Pole

Now that I rattled his chain
Gave him a couple knocks

Here's your scheduled programming
Propaganda slot

Shame on you trying to
Sway our kids with the beatbox

(Nah nah nah nah)
Shame on you two for tryna
Disrupt my free thought

Shame on all three of y'all
for not thinking for yourselves

You're Mentally herded
Trapping these thoughts in the same cell

It's a following
Philadelphia purgatory or hell

Chasin' the cheese leads to one of the three but if such entailed

Then why father is your house running on earthly parchment

When your word itself could
easily be etched on a heart


On God
Better remain on guard

Square up now
Lest you'll truly be lost

Fight for your mind
Because we thinkin' with ours

Only then will your victory
Reside in the cards (x2)