Alone I use my intellect to harm the façade
I can teach you, so why-kill? I’ve got an Armor Of God
My epicranius was an offer of lost Ugarit scriptures
So if you can read, you should express gestures
Of defeat even if victors walk on blisters
While they talk of his thirst in the third person
In history his story been trenched in glorious
Persian rugs as notepads and the pen notorious
Or he is just a figment of strings of eccentric guitars
I can say I always look high like Kendrick Lamar
And my narrative possesses high power
Why try tower when I made the end tone cease
I’m a case of sickness like Kim K. over Casey Anthony’s
Hip Hop made me a trophy, so the show be
Royal when I be one of the speakers, so-knee
Battle me? You better knock at-wood like The O.C
I kill duets, all anyone sees are my silhouettes,
Plus, I'm the alpha dog, about to hog, the whole stage,
A young gun, just killed you using your old age,
Burn you effigy, efficiently, that smoke's now lifting me,
Consistently persistent, for every last piss ant,
Wondering where my motha fucking long-word list went,
My Ark lands in Kansas, on a fucking little rock,
My buttered fingers, covered singers, on my brittle cock,
And I mean, even my excrement is excellent,
And now I'm just wonderin where my T-Rex's Lexus went,
Plus I see your blue eyes as dyslexic X's bent,
I'm stronger than a flexin' gym, Jim, I'm like flexin gym,
I capture the flag, revived, my raptures a drag,
I'll just do porn, even if I shoehorn it with two new borns,
an' glue horns, next to my skull and bone tattoos,
Make sure my cock's erect when they make my stone statues,
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