24 Hours From Now, I'll be still around
Digging up potholes, then k** ya sound to fill the ground
My sk** abounds over yours in comparison
Cause you square and It's embarrasing
You can talk to the hand like Mr. Garrison
Your strategy is to pa** time
Figured that if I posted first, then you could get in the last line
Praying that you'll surpa** mine, with a punchline and a cra** rhyme
But I be Def with the language without the hand signs
I put em up and you can't climb the edifice
Cause I'm phatter than Cameron Manheim with the rhetoric
I'm a landmine to stepping degenerates
And I'm bettin I'm even better when edited
When it gets into repetetive doses
You'll be beggin' for more like I was a medical sedative
I'll pull your card and leave ya discredited
You see, my style is like a family reunion, because it's all relative
You're outta your element, in America with a peso
You can't deliver your own rhymes, like a pantomime at a stage show
You gonna need backup. coming up with another production
You're style is akin is to your site
You're whole flow is under construction
Been a cartoonist since birth
Since your sweating my records
Go check the package because I dissed you on the insert
You're better off as a comic
Cause Punchline artists get framed splattered
And hung like a painting from Jackson Pollack
So, crack your wallet, cause your raps are squalid
Cause you s** more than p**n starlet's mouth
In a black hole with a vacuum on it
So, swallow it whole, n***a, pride & all
Show the same ignorance that made Master P decide to ball
And actually since your stal I'll win with apathy
Cause I'm a threat veiled as your teacher like the aliens in the faculty