It was a midnight competition, The YOUNGMAN was hosting The judges were fair The judges were roasting The judges were YOUNGMAN, Celestaphone, and some kind of ghost thing Backhanded compliments deliver that slow sting But YOUNGMAN couldn't front at the lady who dressed Betty Boop And he yammered and stammered in front of his petty group Their eyes met like old friends they already knew The ghost thing said, “10,” and Celestaphone dropped deadly loop My raps fill space like inconsolable crying A basket case notice when whole world is dying Period so sad, unfuckingbelievable Feel so-called pro got degree in bull Told neph “happy b-day, you’re age I stopped developing” Dead Kennedys enveloped soul, said hey fella sing Perennial teenager you can’t tell a thing Especially from someone who can’t even smell a *stink* To care what elders think, they gotta retain kid-dom Ancestral wisdom held in our guts as children YOUNGMAN in the building like landlord with squatters’ rights May've fooled me once with small print but not tonight Caught a flight, zing pow right in the kisser Saw the light, source of the mystery I keep fighting misery but it’s got me surrounded My favorite quarantine joke: “You’re grounded!” I'm the Bad Bunny of dad jokes compounded by inflexible honesty and radical hope Laugh every night, don’t sleep on sad notes But when I hit lab, all y'all say “that’s dope” That's dope That's dope That's dope Yeah I'm in a lab, I'll be here all weekend So tell a friend and a tall freak Okay, sexy scientist in the house Look at how she adjust the blousey lab coat So beautifully placed the stethoscope Ay YOUNGMAN what you dressed as? YOUNGMAN a huge kid who loves to get stupid on rude big music My lady's a dresser for maybe lesser known Baby Esther Jones God bless her tone and yes her clones DJ Celestaphone's triple decker decks look like a waxburger Records he selects hit like an axe murder There's no word for an enormous toddler Whose knowledge cobbled together to form an abnormal author Perhaps an aging lil' guy Still fly enough to supply a laugh, kill a lie Sit down to write like taking dictation So banging low hanging scripts fill the sky Got too much to say to pause for the beat Gods for the details, free jails, laws incomplete Chorus artsy and def as Boris Artzybasheff Yet I don't often repeat Cross between Decalogue, Triumph the Comic Dog Promised God I'd flog whoever piloted the Amistad Thousand yard stare, brows frown in hard care Nose flairs, eyes squint, head crowds with grey hair 20 years ahead for 20 years Let’s get friendly cheers before we drown in enemies’ tears A toast clink to some kind of ghost thing Left as a person, returned in a closed ring Okay everybody, simmer down, calm down bitches Check check, one two Excuse me in the back, pay attention I'm gonna hold my beautiful hand over each one's head And y'all are gonna vote for your favorite eras Okay? Okay listo! Show some love to the punk-punk Not bad, not bad Next up, post-punk Okay, pop punk Aw, y'all didn't mean that, that's not right. Y'all not right yo. Give it to my people in the hardcore! And last and final contestant, show some love, Youngcore I think we got a winner

13th Month 030921 youngcore tomorrow’s the tenth month once more this joint is what intoxicated lungfish’s got oxygenated lungs for and like fins grew feet I want you to step Except when my shades slip off my head from the sweat I don’t rep a place for real although I pretend to In truth I wish I felt how my friends do fun fact youngcore wax blends through front to back like one track im from booklyn a town that’s been abandoned and in each building it’s a library that matches in advantage the film books fill the cinema the religious books got moved to thee-ater cuz we gonna use the church for performance and make sure it’s tax free there But I’m not one for pity To come to your city Hook uncle up with some humongous… TELEPROMPTER how da hell I ‘member all those words (well) When i’s young and pretty Podiums better than music stand but if ya venues jammed a screen inna ceiling dam use da man Think to do A drink to you To all the dachshunds in dog martins who joined stinko’s crew I need art to be a part Heed him well Or get beat to hell Fart travels at the speed of smell From a black bean Through a mask that says two shots and ready to party Im not scared of a polio virus But still search for a vaccine For Itoldyousoitis Roll up your sleeves I adhere to older beliefs and challenge ya According to Gregorian calendar Time is random and divorced from the moon Thirteenth month is higher than English The loose translation is fires extinguished Cyber liars squeal like untied balloons Id rather commune with baboons and kingfish I been searching for the thirteenth month TURNT Green thumb where there’s no such thing as an unfree lunch

GUILLOTINE 112519 v1 You rich bastards better get to Mars quick Last night chased 1 down a red carpet He got to his parked smart car first, dipped widda head start SHIT so I hit the gas to get fast to pry-vitt air strip Guards there said “stop,” — they got hearts SPLIT I caught up to dude, tackled his ankles just a yardstick from entrance (of) his rich friends’ spaceship, doors closed (shoomp -- bchhh) Liftoff -- afterburn charred my lips. “Get martyred here with the rest-of-us” I said to his neck-stub-as it turned scarlett Inna distance, airship looked size a parsnip Time for da bazooka. I’m a line producer. Get a grip Skip out onna planet? S’Gonna be a hard trip vX We go all the way And call it a holiday bring justice to busters we all obeyed Fix the head, Hoist the rope, let fall the blade Guillotine chorus For trust betrayed, the rusty blade GUILLOTINE When they go low, we bury them GUILLOTINE The oral tradition is a war of attrition GUILLOTINE Spread the wealth or your entrails GUILLOTINE v2 I could use a good cry It’s like i got a wooden eye with a backed up flood inside I been holdin back tears since before I was born War is performed wherever foes chose from their order forms Your new barracks are actually former dorms Lookin for something? Colder... warmer — mourn!! Whither thy wisecracks? Carry a cry mask and dry flask I ask, ‘you want me to die?’ fine. We not gonna die last. For trust betrayed, the rusty blade chorus For trust betrayed, the rusty blade GUILLOTINE When they go low, we bury them GUILLOTINE The oral tradition is a war of attrition GUILLOTINE Spread the wealth or your entrails GUILLOTINE ruff v3 We in a gilded age filled wid rage build the stage for the GUILLOTINE Fix the head, Hoist the rope, let fall the blade GUILLOTINE Too sharp for even a feeble scream People fiend for meaning, not keeping peep holes clean That's not freedom: you're just bein' mean! Send you back to the pliocene It's like we woke up from a fever dream ===== big lines 1 GUILLOTINE 2 For trust betrayed, the rusty blade 3 When they go low, we bury them 4 (The) oral tradition is a war of attrition medium lines 5 Spread the wealth. or your entrails 6 (It's like) we woke up from a fever dream 7 Gilded age filled with rage, build the stage 8 Hold the head, hoist the rope, drop the blade little lines 9 Too sharp for even a feeble scream 10 People fiend for meaning, not keeping peep holes clean 11 That's not freedom: you're just bein' mean! 12 Send you back to the pliocene chorus GUILLOTINE -- For trust betrayed, the rusty blade GUILLOTINE -- When they go low, we bury them GUILLOTINE -- The oral tradition is a war of attrition GUILLOTINE -- Spread the wealth or your entrails

No more fallen pianos or pratfalls No broad comedy, not flying economy no more A hundred guitar amps stacked to the wall No more foreign wars I brought 'em home to y'all De Gaulle Cannonball smoke like Gauloises Chords broke the Les Paul Neck crack, still float dead hard Kick drum dead leg bent bars The bassline black metal, the devil get involved Hate crimes with effect pedals, the love just dissolved Or distorted maybe it was never love at all Still get the band back together, one more tour Still get the band back together, one more tour One more tour In D.C. like HR '03 Iraqi playing cards Gold teeth on the bandsaw Rare leaf in the jam jar Rare leaf in the jam jar In D.C. like HR '03 Iraqi playing cards Gold teeth on the bandsaw Rare leaf in the jam jar Rare leaf in the jam jar Yo Before you season the food you season the pan We believe in the truth then believe in the man Sit a man down, that’s his reason to stand Unless you’ve got guests, and I got a feast planned The turntable is set Hurt radio met with blank stares Banks scared as we shred tear up angel of debt Damn shame people do work for Lucifer We top ten most wanted at a New York music store Rock for light, talk all night Shock the White House Doctor Know Human Rights Transcend every era or genre God tier squad feared more than your momma God tier squad feared more than your momma One more tour get the band back together Youngcore, Woods back, handsome as ever At this level it’s not about formal ability It’s about normally chilly hearts warm filled nobility In D.C. like HR '03 Iraqi playing cards Gold teeth on the bandsaw Rare leaf in the jam jar Rare leaf in the jam jar In D.C. like HR '03 Iraqi playing cards Gold teeth on the bandsaw Rare leaf in the jam jar Rare leaf in the jam jar Yo, YOUNGMAN This is Lili Hayes Calling to congratulate you on dropping the greatest hip hop record of all time Listen, and by being the best uncle that you wanted to have honey You're full of love, full of fucking skills And you don't look a day over 69 you mother fucker I love you man, I wish you the best for me and Kevin, congratulation You made it

IF I GOT IT YOU GOT IT 010920 You win I win My crew new friends Your fam my fam To the end I win you win My fam true friends Crews blend Peace wins If I got it you got it I’m a true product of family and we don’t care who bought it If I got it you got it You can rely on Y*O*U*N*G*M*A*N Mi casa su casa paisan I hook up hoods and provide stable jobs So we can all be at peace Cook fillets in the park don’t gotta wait until dark aint scared a po-lease niece stubs her toe, She goes “oh geez — Uncle youngman you gotta bandaid foe mee’s?” Hell yeah I do, get down on old knees Careful gold rope don’t hit kicks thighs don’t stretch cold crease “There ya go sweethot” ‘thanks uncle youngman!!’ “You got it, kid” Friends is fam, tenants homies got whole world in my hands Let you hold a lease Fulla hot air? (youre full of hot air!) jesus, I control breezes If I got it you got it I’m a true product of family and we don’t care who bought it If I got it you got it You can rely on Y*O*U*N*G*M*A*N Mi casa su casa paisan Yeah If i got it you got nah mean “Love you to pieces unc younmang!!” aight don't get gassed, just cause I an odd number/ I keeps a fun pass, rush hour mob thunder/ T.O.P., no man can put my squad asunder/ I got a GRANT from EUCLID to study the God Number. Put up a Pyramid on Pitkin, up under the Projects/ painting proper proportions, Phi progression of objects. /51° 52' if you’re so inclined/ refined my designs with shines, and in-lines. Please bear in mind, this style has BEEN mines, passed on from predecessors in golden olden times. You ho-holdin a nine, but can't To-Toe the line, Georgy Porgy's to lyte to cold-blow your mind/ he tried putting Pi, multiplied it by diameter, still couldn't equal the circumference of my cypher's parameter. I'll bolt-cutter your fences into Dewey High decimals, behind the handball wall and shatter your spectacles / I eat vegetables / i grow / se(l)f-taught chef / Def fly flow / Smile cheese at fellow retirees inna island breeze / is we chillin? Child please / but to get here I had to act like a wild beast / YOUNGMAN inna castle like a throne room / full moon ‘luminatin frescos from a sewn loom / converted to a science lab w things goin boom / old ideas comin back so soon / gonna act like I never told you humans If I got it you got it I’m a true product of family and we don’t care who bought it If I got it you got it You can rely on Y*O*U*N*G*M*A*N Mi casa su casa paisan Y’all muhtruckaz dint heed my warnings Erry 3,4 mornings ya need more chlorine Cuzza da gems I drop on brainstems / But there’s too much toxicity to listen to dem You win I win My crew new friends Your fam my fam To the end I win you win My fam true friends Crews blend Peace wins

YES / CRAWL 041921 The good bad and the ugly Hood grad will still study Stood sad in the sudsy Froth from rain up above me but when hounded by stressin Find me countin my blessin Good health, sound mind for now compound investment Slow progress boasts more bags than drags of strong cess God bless my young nephs And nieces once blew my stack often long term effect’s napalm Extra energy use now to stay calm Thought every stray pro(ble)m (Could be) solved by a great song but it’s all in your hands (like a) face palm Trunk got blown to the side when it caught wind So branches grow wide to find sun they not in Fresh starts for stressed hearts aren’t some kinda hot trend i know now why I mourn when a bad times brought to an end All the things coulda been, maybe come next Or the versions of them. In updated context arms too short to box w god But I got daddy long legs step over traps in single bound If it’s not new, can’t bring me down Know thyself it takes awhile I can control words I Can’t fake a smile I can strive for greatness but we all need help to arrive at basics, lead, sleep and eat well. CHORUS Yes yes yall Si assaloolee Yessiree um yup thumbs up me oui v2 Lotta whipper Snappers look fer Father figgers At ends of cigger- Ettes and in bottles a liquor Cuz the ones givin em game Were driven insane By livin the same Every day Punching walls til Their fist hurts But they think skippin complaining Gives em power of wizards But simple and plain powers come from listenin to whispers When I take a stab at Breakin a habit I push my limits Im both agent and lab rat What’s ingrained and what isn’t Depends on my prison Imagined or real Bishop’s power depends on position worth three in theory’ll Be 7 If free in the middle Or None pinned in the back row, unpack that I’m not big on diplomacy unless you skip home with me flip out listening to records and rip poems to beats. But that don’t mean I’m gonna look down on you just let me live and give sound to truth CHORUS Yes yes yall Si assaloolee Yessiree um yup thumbs up me oui 041121 V3 Sometimes when i f up, I feel like a heel So i look up at sky and create from sheer will fierce skill to transmute fear and doubt to raw rhymes Is cousin to inspiration But on-hand at all times If i dint get it here I still got it there Maybe both next time On the road to repair If you werent lonely youd not make art to be loved But hey theres worse habits of heart to speak of Bottom line: stand tall no matter what Go getters fall all’a time Dust off busted butts And powder our nuts CHORUS Yes yes yall Si assaloolee Yessiree um yup thumbs up me oui

INSPIRED 030120 LUNATIC I need to be inspired yknow Yes i know exactly what you mean I hate that quote **inspiration’s for amateurs** It’s strictly for professionals *Y*MAN Yeah i roll up my sleeves And slow down believes Rap’s extremely my shit I e’en dream in rhyme hits recall lines at time right beat finds it Like this one awareness On chairlifts, air shifts Where it’s a breeze of layered directions Weather vane strains to stay on x axis Less taxes on sex acts is yes praxis Check check mic check projects still practice regardless polish excellence or guest access big breasted lips do backflips and beats are the best kid since villain hit madlib’s first dibs on dabs that make rastas go batshit But brags bad for karma or oneness committed to let’s choose positivity love kid in you LUNATIC I need to be inspired yknow *Y*MAN yknow Most people skip town ‘fore allow beats to strip down can tell got screws loose from my stripped Crown Writing is WIP, drawings drips sound took trip round world on clipper ship wid light sail last night, let’s dip and grip ground Rap’s extremely my shit e’en dream in rhyme hits recall lines at time right beat finds it nothin to prove in love widda boof stuff izza troof cousin of youth Is sleep It’s deep Let’s get some REM Scrum on a drum Mic is my pen Cycle is done Call psychos my friend LIKE (MEEE??) Yeah you (LIKE) My shower thoughts power watts N sometimes i dont know if it’s now or not (JUST CALL ME……)

022420 6am M.I.C. (Medically Induced Coma) V1 Quarantine turning me orange and green like hairstyles’ rare files hardcore scene Take oppressors to slaughterhouse Father-spouse-truckers not about to drown us in bottled doubt Rip limb from limb like pork sausage Core message more profit? check your options 🎶 Ooh baby hell is a place on Earth 🎶 Dive face first into razor blade reservoir You’re tailor made, yes you are, the best by far 2 test out a stressed out cattle car When you come out as mince meat Won’t be no battle scar You tipped over our apple cart They’re not heroes They’re victims Create a f'ed up world and clap for people who die in it? Why cynical condescension infinite Think they’ll murder the USPS? I'm out the speculation game As for expectations? Same That’s where education came In handy I gave Capitalism a medically induced coma My momma raised me to cease life for producers of hermetically sealed trauma known ta do da same to police and whoever claims to be ya owna Even my stinko salami is pinko commie And when you drink gold honey you’ll wanna join me That’s why I got crew called Commie's Angels They’ve got a strange tell… You could pick them out From the crowd... the ones who stabbed th' nazi in the neck chorus 10am Even my stinko salami is pinko commie Every oval disc in my spine is hardline socialist I only have hanky panky with tankies For foreplay we angle for bank freeze I'm about violent revolution, silent resolution, and smilin execution from cartilage bridge of my ribs down to my dang knees V2 I brought my lil commieboo ontoo Phil Donny-hue I castigate every last gassy asshole of late. I got a fever for equity and the only prescription is more smash-the-state No country for old countries I’ll punt these dunce caps out the park e’en with these bum knees FIELD GOAL! And the crowd goes wild No child left behind with these loud tho mild dog food brain white liberals Alpo-styled Chorus Even my stinko salami is pinko commie Every oval disc in my spine is hardline socialist I only have hanky panky with tankies For foreplay we angle for bank freeze I'm about violent revolution, silent resolution, and smilin execution from cartilage bridge of my ribs down to my dang knees smilin execution from cartilage bridge of my nose Down to the dank beast THANK YEE

LOOKIT ME V1 0524ish20 //A resounding yes to cutting heads off officials compounding deaths // These wine moms are ruthless and sexist and when they’re filled with thousands of bullets they’ll make dem exits totally different men said “you’re the white me” Being Black must be lonely sure putting it lightly //Demand freedom from Vietnam to Antietam Bungalow Fungal toe// Cult of death Tell the truth? Don’t hold your breath Stop calling teen moms milfs She not old til she lean on stilts When we close ranks on you old skanks, banks go first bang bang bang point blank They are the true death of us, the white moderate Because white is not white and moderate is not moderate The hotter it gets the less the slaughter will register They will forgive and forget whoever collects debts on a stretcher They fell for their brainwashing hook line and sinker As Jews get less white viewed as bookbinding stinkers When I get riled up Eyes dilate Dialed up wild child erupt Third eyes open words wise dope and nuff lift styles up Each line a new car in a pile up a mile high up so don’t pump ya breaks ffs RISE UP CHORUS V2 051320 Pacificism aids and abets The state level violence that hates and rejects Peace love and the tolerant Mint dollars and guns Infinite funds to keep skates on our necks It’s not socialism for rich It’s anarchy for all When you own resources Who cares salaries fall Mahatma is not the goddamn man to recall Starvation’s like hunger strike We want x’s younger tike plan to resolve Bull Connor’s bullwhip buried w full honors It’s rude to say my family died in the camps Brutal slayings await Swear your riding with champs Dungeon of denial is surprisingly damp I expected desert dryness as your eyelids As you divide up the clams Deny the sweet science something dies in the dance I finally figured out how to say it Did you see raging bull His job is to lose Short term, Paid in full So how come dems don’t cry after thrown such a heavy swing ……. Cuz they done it for years And you can get used to anything CHORUS

all in a day's work 021520 morning all in a day's work stay alert, do dirt and praise earth afternoon Which side you on, life or death? As long as I possess breath, I'ma rise against I’ll batter you, batter you, til ur a snaggletoothed chattering boob Speedbag sound like paradiddles Bury your middle in a babbling brook full of carrion Ask Maid Marian to play a pair of Arab fiddles Gotta start somewhere from Zuccotti Park to Tiananmen Square You gotta be a preeminent nothing to ignore it’s the end of an er/a As the pendulum swings even my friends are scared of the better world they can’t imagine Yes you can! Si se puede Enough already I bust refrains So much to gain Trust your pain chorus all in a day's work stay alert, do dirt and praise earth evening Dear haters I came in the game way better than you Now it’s twenty years later I’m top tier bar none from far flung to your nearest neighbor And my producers kick ass bc their ears hear flavor I'm not sayin I’m a clear savior but this is a weird seder Leapin lizards I'm so steeped in wizard powers, opponents speak in whispers Who brought the vegan desserts question mark Oops I forgot this isn’t speech to text The lesson’s sharp They wanna kill whoever wanna free the secret prisoners I brought a robber baron’s daughter Sharon along on a lotta errands She was hot as a sauna like her mama Bottle blonde appearance She ended up robin hoodin her inheritance to a bunch of urchins We took some hairpin curves together Idk however how daughter’s parents overlooked Legionnaires’ Disease (oh!) squeezed through their air vents The grass is (always) greener on the other side of my massive weiner where you’ll find a classic piece of ass, meaner than Catherine Keener When I stunt on em I'm a phenomen/on Bottomless talent with Brahmin knowledge that’s uncommon While you weaker than a plastic carabiner My safe word is danger Don’t drink the Kool Aid or paint thinner to test your brain limit It’s a big club and you ain’t in it chorus all in a day's work stay alert, do dirt and praise earth Nighttime You’re not supposed to always go for nuclear option but I’m forced to push your cochlear implant so near your brain stem it’s as if you were in a toaster oven with a shotgun One oligarch against another is like completion of the hammer No illusion of’a camera can change cold shadow (we) feel around us as it falls upon us in a parab’la Slow motion almost at its crest and then perceive acceleration downward Money bundlers and personal handlers powerhose our puddles off th’ streets as if our dead bodies were marchers in ‘sixties (in) Alabama Make your mark guns don’t play darts Tranquilizer banks’ Bullseyes are 1 place to start I’m gonna go as far as I can possibly go I know I’m the greatest lyricist alive, too bad it doesn’t matter though it’s scorched earth observe poor serf roll in from stork perch Tour Merch worth more than Fort Worth forklifts forage thru storage dwarfed by fjords formed first world warms, wharf bursts New York fresh to death rebirth chorus all in a day's work stay alert, do dirt and praise earth === // Hitler got better press than ghandi blondie so don’t tell me it’s beyond me. We gon’ see a lot more cappos as gap grows, from those closest to yes even folks on stage at rap shows When do you switch sides? If you pledge support too early surely your first pitch dies Then again tactical alliances can get goal done faster But we can’t reward the rich’s lies or seem hesitant there must be precedent 2 emulate when you wait to change stratagem At what point do we merge mobs that’ll spin the battle hymns? What you call compromise We call honest lies promise dies in days They say wrong is wise//

GALACTIC LUV 071420 V1 Last night my nefew asked me if I’d look after him / In the event lil bro died in an accident / I looked him in the eye and said god forbid / But it’s not just mi casa su casa. you’re my kid / And you can tell that to each one of your friends / I got more love than can fit in government pens / I got more love than can be held by trees round a lake / I got more love than people I know take / I got a type of love everyone’s supposed to have / But gets beat the fuck outtem when they hold back a laugh / Theyre taught that to survive life they got to hold back / I got love most people I know lack / I love you like crazy, call it sappy if you want / We all from levant / and you deserve love whether or not rap savant / better than sap, I call it maple syrup / Take a lyric from tree of life, turntables stir it up / And you can tell all your lil pals this as well / Youngman the IRL miss clavel CHORUS Galactic love Impacts the globe Universal affection rehearses perfection We don’t gotta be blood relatives to love or let a fella live Tell em if I lift up reality and dispel a myth V2 when republican creature Fug with ya teacher / And democrat don’t do squat / Snot a bug Issa feature / But I got more love than they got hate / Not great to hang w them / Prefer hot date with a prostate exam / I am on my 15th career / It’s all right to start late You new in town / to think can slow down my thought rate / This sublime gentleman combines divine feminine with masculine excellence / I’m one with the planets / We call Gaia Mother Earth in a desperate attempt to correct a death cult imbalance / When push come to shove Unconditional love will stomp out hate with a barishnokov ballet shoe Raise you as my own This song iconic and real The Platonic ideal mnemonic I feel the Milky Way can blow my curly hair silky straight / I’m here to rehabillytate the land and really be great So pile in to my clown car and partake of my bottomless food bag, dude grab a pal, bathe in light of our round star CHORUS

What is this? No-Basco Sauce? Warning: may actually cause heat loss Ingredients: desalinated whimper tears It's strained through cheese cloths The cost, cheap It's made in a facility that makes nothing It might contain some small traces of vacuums, but y'know Total fail! Falls well below Scoville scale Make way for weaklings For people who consider quitters Greek gods Check, check please Ya weak sauce, I'm peak boss Because, freak beats like I got no recourse Ya weak sauce, I'm peak boss Because, freak beats like I got no recourse I'm peak boss, ya weak sauce Because I freak beats like I got no recourse I'm peak boss, ya weak sauce Because I freak beats like I got no recourse Please re-check your figures, I think you got your math off There's a big sale today. All wigs is half-off Please move along, nothing to peep here Keep buying Mexican cheap beer during a Mayan leap year Lotta people asleep here, musta forgot that No matter how hard your fall you can't turn your clock back Tried robbing this obelisk stone for a sundial But every autumn they gotta move it one mile I brung style young guile can’t comprehend Your donkey friend wants me to end my lung bible Cuz he Kant defend the ideology he subscribes to Purchased wholesale by the neurons in his nursery school Where bibles are inhaled Tribal vibes come at you with more than five senses And get under your skin, like your wives’ menses Live frenzies erupt between jive friends, jeez When I arrive, envy sloth and wrath jump the turnstiles They don’t want it with me. I wear demon repellent I’m not suggestible And may be left leaning but my right leaves a streaming exit wound Ouch, picking teeth out my knuckles Luck of the draw, stuck in your craw, chuckin your jaw In the glass recycling receptuckle Good thing I’m ya favorite uncle, cuz I’m ya only uncle And I cling to life like a barnacle on a carbuncle I had to look that up it’s kinda gross And when it’s time for you to marry I’ll give the finest toast Mofos think they rhyme the best, they just rhyme the most Knocking on my door I’m like read the sign it’s closed Vagina flows, designer clothes Metaphor for pedicure paint ya nails and shine ya toes Why your chromosomes intertwined with hoes? I don’t always wanna ride a flow With my sixth finger I’m a big singer, sang lead for Winger I go la la la la la till she says shaddap Played hair metal with a spare pedal for wah-wah But nowadays he won’t settle for nada I had a piña colada with Kinya Hanada He scopes the scene through a green bottle Mean shot’ll go between your oblongattle and ya uvula It would behoove ya to remove yourself from the rodeo It's Do Mi Do Day and I'ma cross between Oblio and Opio The go-to guy for sending wisenheimers the way of the dodo Surprising rhymers in fly pyjamas Hate to say I told you so Actually, I don't mind it a bit Rewinded a hit each and every time I got reminded to quit Started outlaw, now raw, defining legit I signed into it The dotted line crossed time-space, half-vector half-point I mint money and coin words Girls and boys, I'm the shit I’m outta control Ya proud of your role as a downer So I howl from my soul loud as a whole town That boy good, cracked joy floods Rock bottoms fills potholes that’s the power of goals Legend grows, heaven knows Friends and foes both feel it heads to toes I keep rhyme books stacked in several rows You keep weak sauce in your purse Dunno what’s worse Your terrible lyrics or execrable flows Ya weak sauce, I'm peak boss Because I freak beats like I got no recourse I'm peak boss, ya weak sauce Because I freak beats like I got no recourse I'm peak boss, ya weak sauce Because, freak beats like I got no recourse I'm peak boss, ya weak sauce Because, freak beats like I got no recourse