Let’s see what I could rap about, take the mask off, pull the dagger out, the mouth of a fiend, blood lust dummy still doubting all my dreams, bout it bout it, flamboyant like a Prince outfit, only in it or the cash like Captain Beef heart, forgot yah verse and asked to restart, yah getting played like Game Cube Nintendo, blowing on that endo, in the deep fried friend zone, we put it down like ten toes, big booty hoes get with it, sipping a frosty in a blizzard, let’s walk these dogs and feed em chicken gizzards, wicked word wizardry, stuck in misery but no one visits me, nothing changed but my limp yah see, still the same pimply geek, with more schticks than Carol Burnet, all in on the worst bet, dead as Zed patching up the hole in my head, stole the bread to live another day, do as your mother say, smooth as the butter glaze, microwaved thoughts, good day sir you lost,

Like a moth to the flame, Hannibal to your brain, Darko yah know the name, bring the ruckus and the pain, while yah dab the grease off yah pizza, I’m pulling all the fly seniorita’s, dust off yah heaters, do em in with the meat cleaver, street sweeper off the meter, look at the big brain on brad, straight up your mixtape’s sad.