(Sample) [Verse 1: Matter ov Fact] Nah, ayo no it ain't E It's the skinny man shaped like a lowercase b Pushed the mini-van with the stow away seats He's used to hearing three words "Go away creep" Some bean curd, a scone and braised beets For the insomnia that leaves him prone to day sleep At the brothel n***a known to stay cheap Don't want to pay an arm and a toe to spray skeet Sheet, the Doppel plan to k** spree That ensures posthumous love like Annabel Lee Psh! Say damn if you agree Perhaps mull it over with some chamomile tea You see, you can ask his trustee Just never mind the scent that he bask in, musty Or him popping nexium for three months And still sober as day but acid reflux free [Verse 2: EP] Ayo Brut cologne along with the accoutrement Keep two poems and a suit in Rome A new tooth made of chrome Aloof from the youth, uncouth to the bone Pen it, the vandals are demented And for the last time, no the candles not scented Panhandle, cause scandal up in the senate Known to quote a rhyme, but he rambled when he read it Dead it, you third 'em how we hate 'em Who peep a new verbage and speak 'em verbatim No birds were to date him Never did occur that they slurred and degrade him What you concur from the datum Plot the raid, invade, absurd ultimatum Observe, drop turd then berate em No superfluous words heard then you fade em