So nasty that it's probably
somewhat of a travesty
Having me daily told the people
You can call me Your Majesty
Keep your battery charged
You know it won't stick, yo
And it's not his fault you kick
slow
Should've let your trick 'ho
chick hold your sick glow
Plus nobody couldn't do nothin'
once he let the brick go
And you know I know that's a
bunch of snow
The beat is so butter
Peep the slow cutter
As he utters the calm flow Yo
mutha
Don't talk about my moms, yo
Sometimes he rhyme quick,
sometimes he rhyme slow
And vice versa
Whip up a slice of nice verse pie
Hit it on the first try
Spot hot tracks like spot a pair
of fat asses
Shots of the scotch from out of
square shot glasses
And he won't stop 'till he got
the masses
An' show 'em what they know now
through flows of hot molasses
Do it like a robot to headspin
to boogaloo
Took a few minutes to convince
the average bug-a-boo
It's ugly, like look at you!
It's a damn shame
Just remember All Caps when you
spell the man name
And you know it like a poet,
like baby doll
I bet she tried to say she gave
me her all, she played ball
All bets off The Villain got the
dice rigged
And they say he accosted the man
with the sliced wig
Allegedly, the investigation is
still ongoing
In this pesky inition he gots
the best con flowin
The pot doubles, now they really
got troubles
Madman never go pop,
like snot bubbles