Alright now,
dark ink stainin in the sky, rain clouds reign
dusted in rust brush it off jump up the clusterfuck
shout loud hit the mark with no feint
bitches go faint when the gaze pass their way
just a taste of days to come praise be

I got mad acid at the ready merry spitmass bitches
happy to deliver death to ya never miss be my witness
witless soon to be dead heads land on my hitlist
with a lyrical flip rapper make a banana split mold
be a fan of the real deal or feel the cold steel
I'll be boppin blasts to club thunderclaps in bahamas soon
be a loon you crusty blubbery buffoons get in the rowdy room

get in here so I can insult you no fear no fear
just admit it, however unfortunate,
you're really sweaty got a pot belly
got hot rhymes daily my pot hot and smelly