[Coal Cash]
Art is messy so rookies flow it like barfing Pepsi
Pussies Ho on the low Like Lion-O sending Snarf to test me
My art is d**hly and only the smart will get me
Especially when counting the sheep that'll sleep on me like Narcolepsy
Im Marc Silvestri Penning sh** you couldn't Fathom, in the Darkness spark Infernos roll with Children of the atom
Check the patterns I imagine Abaddon mixed with the Orc King
Call these b**hes Saturn they way they swallowing off spring
A squared circle king you don't want in the ring like Frodo Baggins
I doubt ya ready my mouth more deadly then Komodo Dragons
A clout like Jet Li while ya Jelly like Cartman's Belly
I doubt that you'll get me like the WU LP from Martin Shkreli
A martian you can charge ya celly off electric arcing
I'm sparking the ether kick start the speaker like Fonzarelli
Hi Five the two palms beneath ya baby mommas belly
Shell tell me in a shout to put it in her mouth like Akinyele
Machiavelli a mac matching immaculate raps, maximize miraculous act that brought Lazarus back. But Capsized off of acid hits, floating on a raft adrift, swift on my path while you craft like Riff Raff's legit
I spit the wrath with a brash staff of paragons
My sword arms scary swing it like Aries mixed with Barry Bonds
I carry on with wayward sons whose venoms nasty
Inconsistant when you said it but you don't get it like Brendan Da**ey
Im tunneling out from under the ground till the suns on my brow, plow through the cow dung with seed that sprung from becoming a sprout
Hunkering down Hunger profound getting drunk till I drown
One more round in my cup filling my gut till it erupts from my mouth
Suffer it out insufferable rout with comfortable doubt, shout
Till it stung my lungs and bit my tongue when I'm running my mouth
Rubbing my scalp bugging out over sh** ill do nothing about, clout amounts to sh** and I ain't fit to equip with it now
Quick witted owl admitted I'm foul cuz it fitted my style
Growl with my teeth gritted feeling so livid it emitted a howl
sh** in my bowels burning yearning just to turn in the towel
Scowl on my jowls determined insurgent emerging to prowl
I live in the now unlimited shroud of uninhibited cloud
Proud ain't bowed to sh**, and i won't quit till i figured it out
To wisdom devout, vison omniscient to the mission I vowed
Endowed with the loudest rhythm to hit um with ammunitions of sound - Warshaw