I am a demigod, I am a demagogue,
Anger building, intensity, killing, set the crescendo off!
K stabbed his neighbour, bloody L,
Nutty Butty in hell, I like my Cornetto's hot,
Chilly Willy, silly billy, ice float on lava flow,
Is me really getting leery, I gloat 'pon lava flows!
Bastards know, I keep a casket close,
In case I wanna start on foes,
Throw 'em in and fasten it closed!
I'm a nasty scroat, bring me peanut butter, after shows,
Or I might just take five digits round my palm and close,
Make like coke, blast your nose,
Maybe you should leave this rap shit to the master prose
and watch us speak the last line with only internal rhyme,
speaking in a way that isn't strictly rhythmic, certainly not
rapping, but a different method of reminding you of the
absolute reality that your career as a rapper is a fallacy.
Going hard, rocking swanky until I die,
Stick with your mind, can't handle what's inside mine,
I'm a crazy git, who spits amazing shit,
Not a fan of praise, I'd rather you be hating it!