Half off what you'd usually get it for
Single horned minotaur, the minoan metaphor
Load a boat of toga-clad, hoes who have a senator
Opulent in odds and ends to hark a fuckin better grow
All these hoes wanna drop it for the kommunist
Roamin through the city like my middle name was Romulus
Better pay homage bitch, or sqaured up and fought a ripped
Spartacus, only difference both are fuckin on a ship
Makin sure the auditor got autism
Because the lay artisan, skipped the books and bought a gun
So the teacher stay callin him
I dont give a fuck, ump'll still break the law for chumps
Ony ya fuckin lawn i'll hump ya daughter and her awesome rump
Just to fuck with fathers lunch'll be ya favorite froggy pump

So succulent the fuckin hen who breaths gettin cut short
The best breasts in the west, boba fett'll fuck corpse
On some Jabba shit, slap a java problem bitch
Jamba hot as aunt jemina 'pon the fountain of grotto kids
Tinker with elixirs kill a whiskered old unicorn
Voldemort with forty hordes devoted to his useless corpse
Only soul who knows the goal nosed a way through Nagini
Agony as half of the, lonely man's threw the sword
Uh, send the cavalry out
Mouth across the lines, sign to sacriligous mount
Bounties like im bonnie, but i cackle on clouds
Clyde and fett, guided fetch, from balcalva brown
Scavenge the town, due to struggles from a Black Death
Past bet with titans incited a fat debt
Radical men ran circles, frightened half-lets
The bat bent bouncin on all of the batty johns
Bitch I'm in position to levy any tax i want
The path im on aint one for nuns, neither for relaxin 'pon
Paddled ponds, down to battle any maddened addled kronk's
Yeah you can lift a lot, but bitch a lot of habit as if
Sent from God, don't no one care about your grind
Its about the time i put the puzzle pieces outta line
So i can swoop in and ruin like a smoke bomb
Ezio with heavy hoes, no hookah bitch we broke bongs

Sit upon my fuckin pimped out classic ziggurat
Etemenanki, so tu back off like a cigarrete
Babel tower, fabled but convincin that its real
Fuckin omnipotent man, god'll send someone to kill
Kill a bitch, if im fuckin feelin it
Never sealin deals, sell the see saw dreamiest
KKid, thats the shit thats poppin,
Like a motherfuckin zit on this favorite adolescent
Piss upon the boys in blue
Its quite a pickle you're into
Phony rappers on the descent, like naked at a lesson, I'm poison poo
Lewd Lewis commodeerin musketeers at his will
But will my musketeers stand a chance against rappin skills
There's no question, it has to Phil
Put me and ratchet recycled rhymes, quotient leave the mass wide-eyed,
Back to Gill,
Jack jackin jill from the hash happy hill
Sacajawea y'all cross the path of pills
Rap as real as a matress in the Matrix, fake it till you make it
Bitch this bearded buccaneer has always rapped for real
Matching cutlasses, fuck glasses, I've got a bone to pick with eyes not born equipped for blastin

Buff buffalo buffalo dutch buffalo, fuckin hoe tryina get me to suck a toe
It ain't happenin fugly bro
I mean dudette, to be honest you and me dude, not the same cat-
Egory, this aint an allegory tellin it straight
What you pack is what you hate
What you rap is what you make
Fuckin shit from front of your back to lunch he ate
Punch the fake pompous luncheon with a liason