$1M/Bar

Hunnid dollas a bar
Blood runs red under da scar
I drive a mean bargain
Money green, color my car
Vultures barbecued, slathered in sulfur sauce from a jar
make dead meat delicious watch what I do widda garden

Thousand dollars a keystroke, million dollars a character
Tear down a bar whether measure, cell, drink hole or barrister
Trillion dollar a breath
Dont ask what’s the budget
I define reality while basilisk judge it
Such intensity come when you summon the will
All you care about is money, you stuck w the bill
Smashing pumpkins for real
Your jackolantern jagged pattern smile stuck to my billyclub stolen from your underling
What would your mother think?
Nm she’s unint’resting
Hunger linked to wonderful things beyond c-notes
We wrote classics so often almost broke the peace code
Freeloaders connote monetary value on every attribute
Honestly before I call you out — that’s just rude
I’ll see you after school and I dont mean office hours

Your sauce is sour
softest power oddly lofty,
You just talk about it
stop actin cute
I talk so well, it’s actually action
and that’s the troot
I’ll rip your black and blue billyclub out
at its anglo Saxon root
Well that’s the report from hell now back to you

The whole system is a real estate scheme
Land you can’t own you steal to make green
Spaces whither. Feel the great scream
Held back for eons, heal and day dream

My rhyme play
Surpasses Steinway
More visions than in
Flasks a wine cave
Writers write
At least a line a day

Push pause on plush pods
Kush cause blushed bods

I don’t know what’s worse, American gladiators or perverse clerics that’re fatty haters
You’re a bunch of jerks to go to work n send your kids to daddy day care

I’m a dusty off-key Dostoyevsky

Mind control
Binds the soul
Find a goal
Drop copper in a blind man’s bowl
Stop rewind my vinyl whoa
Better than ever til my final flow
Why others not?
I don’t know
I’m a goat at rhymes and mo’
Time to go