[Verse 1] When I ask you "What ho?" Know it's rhetoric Flamer than Joan, more commonly called a heretic Bothersome for pussies like it's top on a hairy dick f** a leader, I'm the leader n***a, was Yashua picked Type of art disintegrates you when the psyche click Flow fickle minded, permafrosted being scorched sh** Scorch Earth Policy a clique if they talk quick Omnicidal deity like deities in Marvel Flicks Modest out the booth, on it as dirty as a horny b**h Spit it, and I spray it. Then I shine it: What a sterile mic Arsonist in the rappin' aesthetic sippin' arsenic Ascended with artifice. No tricks, no artifice Deceived by my looks, ants n' them dose artist-dick You slick want a brick of this coke pipe artistic Spick span flow Spick, n******gs, Poly-syllabic Kon sh**, stay lit, wick on a wax stick [Verse 2] Holy f** flow like it's Zeus on it rape sh** Archtype n***a spit Kong on his ape- Quit now, 16, k**ed greats, spat lame sh** Rap wore thongs now he dump like it's kit lit Showin out hard: Lone mom with some D tits Preme wit wit' it when he write it's like DOOM writ' Pop like a zit in your face when you.. (f**.. f**, alright, hold up. f**.) Archangel kid and he poach the roarin' lion's fur Golden fleece cloak. Hell, here's a brochure 6 milli ways He a rap connoisseur Sure fire rhyme scheme and it's sure obscure He was born 'fore his time and his bars premature who*e. There's the door drops the mic on the floor... [Outro] Izuna: fu*k Muhmm Rah: Keep that, keep that, keep that!