[Terminal Knowledge]
They said describe my rivals with a single word: Underling
What you think? I can't see you swing from your puppet strings?
A couple drinks in me, glazed eyes, we stay fly
Like a lesbian seagull, Engelbert Humperdinck
Leave my signature in blood between your brow and your hairline
Fist bumped and bounce to the square, ride out
On top of sh**, y'all incompetent
Lean wit it rock wit it? Please put a sock in it
Greasing the palms with a finsky
I'm awfully skimpy
Just spit in my food dog, I tip cheap
Keep it cold, we be leaving' speakers blown
When we creepin on what we creepin on
A chorus gone bombs over bagdhad, pfft oh baloney
I support the cause, hashtag Joseph Kony!
No sh**
One time for the wolf's head
Scroll & Keys, Skull and Bones cronies with no cajones
Hold the phone, it's the thorn in your side
Scorned and despised by the lord in the skies
I'm a stoner and a hippie, who's known for getting lippy
Popeye want the spinach, hold the chicken crispy
You know what, lemme get the chicken crispy, and a Mr. Pibb
Use a swizzle stick to mix the whiskey
I'm pretty tipsy, it's time to face an audience
f** slurred words, Term'll chase 'em out this b**h
Take a bow, get hit with tomatoes, a sight unseen
Atheist lighting trees and spinning dreidels
Break fast, what a meshugana putz
Tried to walk a straight path but couldn't adjust
The lobotomized philosopher sodomizing commoners
I'm a fountain of knowledge, watch the geyser burst
Germ free, Term sure to warsh up
And get his hands dirty when he's thirsty for more blood
They say I mumble, dumb luck, staying humble
Until the day come these motherf**ers pay him double
I'll take an odd job and do it shoddy, sh** who gon' stop me?
Not the Mod Squad or the Illuminati
We mean business, no cheap gimmicks
Just flea-ridden sleaze steeze in the beat kitchen
Free written spit, y'all stem and seed pickin'
We sit and cheef piff still we're ski-lifted b**h
Braggadocio, I f**ing rock
Do you plan to vote for antisocial or Uncle Tom?
I'm so handsome, sh** that's what my mommy says
Cro Magnon, sh** that's f**ing obvious
Cuz I growl and fling poo with my hands
Draw the Vitruvian Man with loose leaf and crayons
Hot as a pot of pea soup, done shot the breeze
With Dr. Michio Kaku on top of the Machu Pichu
It's hard to hear you, rappers sound like R2D2
f** nodding to the beat, I gotta stop and regroup
Oh you wrote a blog? Can't rely on that
If you born a dog, you can't just die a cat
Read the riot act, teary eyes and a pale face
Chopping gangster rails on the periodic table
I gotta be stopped. Pfft, probably not
Order a round of shots and a wobbly pop, I'm bout to drop
It's so easy
Beach squad coming out with a DRO EP
f**ing, s** a dick and stuff, dog