Man, you're messing with the one man
care bear stare

Hitting air flares in the lyrical sense

A miracle gent

When you listen to the written it

leaves your homies in stitches while you're pitching a tent

Like an STD or a tenured teacher

It's hard to get rid of me
you're better off on the bleachers

Mess with the bars or the beats
And lose your niece's virginity indirectly.

Lil Kydd the nobleman Im'ma make you respect me

I'm calm cool and always collected
don't try and sweat me

Like Bob Ross, ice cubes, Yugioh cards and fresh weed

you wish to advance upon my person,
come correctly

Or bust all on your dockers like some accidental edging.

I'm trying to dial down the sketchy

Why you lookin at my rear end
Who are you, Becky?

The subtlety of the conversation has left, g.

...
My raps are bottom, middle and top heavy

It's no secret that your
whole crew is softer than breast meat

I killed your ass with the same ass that I rode in on. Clearly nothing has changed

Ya boy more fed than a Garen in top lane

I record my verses on turtle beaches and still kill you.

The violent guy who resides in a chill milieu;

After the fact if you thought your wifey would still feel you

She been soaking for me
And she startin to build mildew

Ew.
Pardon the imagery

This came from the nigga who be resurrecting chivalry?

...
Well I had to get nasty for certain listeners

Who couldn't get the syllogisms I've hidden within the rhythm

Bring any one of your crew and they gettin slept

Get the duel disc and magic wand in case you gettin reckless

You'll get the picture quick like wrong recipient sexting

Quick deliver the two hands
Your boy is ambidextrous

Flexin special effects
Get you gassed up like an Exxon

Wrestling with the best of the many rejected X men

....
I made one too many passes at mystique

Before Wonder Woman gave me that serious std

But that's in the past. Three days to be exact

I got a shot and cleared it right up
So back to the rap

The young African American with rinnegan

Chomping through the com-pe-ti-ti-on like a Cinnabon

Nuttier than pecans
How ironic that the other-worldly phonics

Will sooner or later be featured upon the box of idiots

And kids will wonder

"Gee How'd this Saturn guy get so gosh darn mysterious?"

Fear not
All can be deciphered through the magic of literacy

By that definition I am a wizard literally

I'll send you to the next lifetime
Like Badu

Like an artist still wearing the crown like
Basq do

I'm an advocate of self education

And an advocate of self medication

What's the difference? You're the one who risked

A couple seconds of your life for the trivial ramblings of a hipster

And As a hipster

my job was make ironically crappy music

Yet ironically enough I messed around and I failed at my occupation

So just who will I piss off when I finally make it?