I go hard like I looked inside Medusa’s eyes
Got all these people thinking “Who’s this guy
Who keeps using rhymes that I just don’t get, so they must be useless lines
Plus all the cool kids try to scrutinize him
Well who’d deny that he‘s wack, it must be true”
Well that truth’s a lie, you see
The proof is right here, their just jealous of my fruitful mind
And they couldn’t make their own group, so now their spoofing mine
(Screw you guys)
And those words are in no way hyperbole
And I could push the story even further
Because most people haven’t even heard of me
Anyone listening? Nope, so why am I even asking it?
No body even hears this, so why am I even rapping it?
So I guess before I set on this quest to be the best
I’ll have to get some rest and pass these tests
Check the assonance
Yeah I’m laughing at these lip smacking kids
‘Cause it’s funny how ever since back to when
We started saying Anti-Swag Forget
The Radio they have been trashing it
And bashing it, but guess what: I ain’t having it
I’ll attack em’ with some adverbs
Then, smack em’ with some adjectives
Have em’ in a crack
Drowning in a bag full of laxatives
I guess that’s why their talking crap and it’s
Why when it comes to language arts class, man, I’m passing it
After that I’m fastening belts around their abdomens
Like a savage then I’ll have em’ bend
’Till there’s a connection happening
Between their lower back an chin
So now their asking why I got em’ trapped inside
This “wack” asylum where the rats reside
That has a rank of bad raps so high
That it would have the Wrights committing fratricide
After that, well I will have em’ try to pick a sacrifice
So they battle, fight, hack and slice, scratch and bite
And stab each other’s back with knives
But once their pain magnifies, the lads decide that they’ll get back on sides
So they try to find a crack of light
That they can pass or slide through to escape the mastermind
And yeah that’s asinine, but they tried to get away
So I made their head hit the pavement until they wished to stay
Then they tried to jock me, so I went and steered the hoarse
Shoes hit em’ from both sides like three-way lesbian intercourse
So now their hurting, they need a bowel surgeon
And they have been ripped open like Marion’s shower curtains
Then an hour later, I’m walking up a hill, stalking Jill, crawling fast
Backing off, falling
Jacking off to offing Jack
Naughty cats, and laughing dogs
Hogging bags in apple toss
Coughing crap, and acid sauce
Always act like Latin blondes
Logging back on Macintosh
Blasti8ng off to Nasty Nas
Lashing off at Dads and Moms
Stabbing Jaws, wrapping saws
To make a Christmas present
So that is all, class is off
Time to learn a different lesson