[Verse 1: MC Pan]
What's in a name
Rose of this rap game
I'm beautiful
They say my lyrics are unsuitable
Shoot a Jew
Mute a few
Bend the rules
Defend the fools
End the schools
I knew you knew new music fused it to the old school like fluid
Chop it, don't screw it
I prove it
Illuminati grip on the Industry loosens
Since middle school
David was a nuisance
They didn't catch the nuance
Of my performance
My orbit is morbid
I forced the facility to forfeit
Take the stage and torch it
If money didn't exist, could you afford it?
David, my beloved
Dubbed thus by my mother
Under the moon of another
Born gender marked other
A tantric c*ntradickshun
With a vivid imagination
Infinite words to rhyme with ‘ation'
Rich folks want my castration
Cause I'm a s**ual temptation
Break the rules
f** schools
Brainwash tools
Human mules
Atlas Shrugged with spina bifida
When I was young, I felt like Matilda
Readin Moby Dick with telekinetic powers
I wish these b**hes would really bring me flowers
Dark wizards raining curses from their towers
When I'm on the street I don't take showers
Dirty muthaf**in street kid
With a head full of acid
They think I'm pa**ive
If you show me aggression
I'm outta here like a f**ed off recording session
I am a star plotted with the Square and Compa**
Trials I have to pa**
Before I come back
With a million more tracks
A leader with no pack
Is a lone wolf aloof
In search of Truth
Not money or the girls
Creature of the Underworld
With souls curled around vocab words
Smokin herbs
Chokin on the verbs
Vowels leakin thru your jowels
A guerrilla rapper prowls
Cower from the psychic powers
Go lower
Takin the stage
I catch vertebrae rage
Cause I'm screwed
Like two titanium rods
Love being nude
Like The Sims p**no mods
Narcissistic like Russell Brand
With a revolution stand
Step back and overstand
I spit this without a band
Pangea
My Neverwonderland
My words are a virus
I write on Goliath Papyrus
Terry Richardson touchin Miley Cyrus
My dick is hard science
That forces compliance
Lady
GaGa can do what she
Wants with my body
A hottie
I'm naughty
Sex prophecy
She probably copied me
MAN CURE
Fer sher
I cure man fer
A supernatural transfer
Faster banter
Sinister minister
Leakin blood from a double hearted departed magic carpet
Closet concept
I lost it when the cosmic comet told me just Hip Hop it!
I go harder than a battering ram
Appreciated by Juggalo fam
Not a bad actor, just a ham
The cosmos, my clam
The Earth, a pearl
The center, a girl
So hot I was burned
But the balance that I learned
Became what I yearned
They say God is very stern
In truth, it's a new reality
She says me must discern