Dont take me for nothin but a punchline jester Inside my chest I let the rhymes fester Til Im feelin like a woman in her third trimester Then I just deliver wait, scratch that I mean I digest the liver of anyone try to test When I flexin rhymes tight enough to twist in a rizzla And when youre smokin it, any type of narcotic is An appropriate analogue, cause what Im writin astonishes This is Planet Rock crossed with the tightest mic product since The writer of sonnets and Titus Andronicus My life is synonymous with hiphop fa sho You could try to fight if you wanna, but one monkey dont stop The show, as Dustin Hoffman knows And when this Outbreak clogs your throat, no anesthetic is Gonna stop the spread of this global pandemic Rap fans get infected the minute a jams ended God dammit Ive got mad style disease Infectin a thousand MCs like spirochetes Ive got a sonically transmitted Disorder of rhyme all of the time Tanglin terrific talk the tonguetweaker I walk on your flows like Jesus on water with one speaker And a dodgy mic and a five string guitar This troglodyte might bring the stars Back down to the underground, so all the alley rats can see Like me, galactically, and break out of the battery Factory farm, Im actually not particularly hiphop I havent got the right swagger or stroll I dont battle or ball, but Im bound To bop around the world like a Bedouin tribe Writin down poetry, wearin amphetamine eyes Settlin never, wrestlin idiocy to be unfetterin Heads that are chained deep in the brain of the beast My terrain is ceaselessly unfolding It aint just what I say Ill strip and preach naked To the subway commuters, cause as humans Suits could never suit us, were unique from the day That we take shape in the uterus, and the future is Looking grim I stand in the blistering sun Watching the trees withering one by one Feeling the spread of a sickness up in my head I predict this Is the day my illness infects the hit list Bear witness Ive got mad style disease Infectin a thousand MCs like spirochetes Ive got a sonically transmitted Disorder of rhyme all of the time How am I tryin to be rockin a tune if Im not a musician? I listened to two million different hits and caught a few sicknesses But Im still livin, cause now Ive got a new mission Its never to let a rapper get in my autoimmune system So I seep in your blood quicker than syphilis In fertility clinics, leavin a hideous boil dribblin I am the sickest citizen leavin impotent fuckers to think again Givin em stinky ends with my written blend If I fit the description, then theres been a distortion This isnt just a little itch like when your genitals scorchin Its more than any medical professionals ever recorded In their official report, a swarm of epidemic proportion Now Im a witch doctor operating with minimum ignorance Making incisions in your cynicism with my limericks I fiddle with your spleen like a swizzle stick My vocals turn an idiot to a misfit for the frig of it Ive got mad style disease Infectin a thousand MCs like spirochetes Ive got a sonically transmitted Disorder of rhyme all of the time
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