Suspension of time scent of pine, slumber lingers

Taste of cunnilingus and a numbness in the fingers

Scarlet clove of garlic and a fat thumb of gingerMicrophone to green what gun is to slinger (blah)

Pragmatist within′ll use incumbents as a ringer

Bringing dinner service slice the spring onion like a Ninja Turtle

Militant proponent of the nerd shit – Urcle

Script style borderline perfect circle

Cypher like the Phifer used to dominate (dominate)

Latest premature induction to the hall of fame

Burning ball of flame that beckoned Icarus, the second most

Common cause of death after mic up in your mid-section

Correction – third most common as the

First in fact is hubris, crusing in a Buick jeep

Morphed into cubic feet, robbed him of his car key

Folded back reality, enough of this malarkey (malar...)

What the rass, I feel to throw a brick through stained

Glass of a church building from the far past in an anarchy mask

I'll smack ya harder than a master based on

Break my muthafuckin′ fingers on your skull, I need a plaster cast

I run a master class that's after dark

For narcissistic little cunts that need an ego boost fast

Don't take this shit to heart, I′m rambling, bambling just for laughs but

Don′t undermind the Youthstar, though I'll leave ya fucking face glassed

I′ll tare this track apart and piss on it

Diss on it then spit on it

Yes, I'm an arrogent prick and loving it (What?)

A casual cunt on Sundays in the church

While the preast is chatting bible crap, standing on his bird perch

The fuckin′ perv jerk grooming altarboys to flirt, probably say

"It's in the name of the Lord" and then squirt

Fucking jokers though, I roll flows like a one man show alone

So why the fuck won′t people throw me a bone bitchhh...?

Ay, hold it

Scold the whole crew

This flow was overdue like an old, cold bowl of soup - true, no excuse

Oops! Golden rule - no shoes at the pool

Open toes only, homies, totally uncool (ha)

It gets lonely at the noble, local, vocal school

Hold it down solely, and slowly choking fools

Holy moly! Baloney, how I'm smoking dudes

Overly intoxicated, walk away but hold the mule

Place an order for some smokables, toke and pull

Casually handle stolen jewels, no drool

Only on the microphoney totally old school

Yodels these tunes on a broken stool over brew

True, you probably think I'm joking you

But it′s origami, I unfold the truth

Did your mommy say "Don′t poke a bull"?

This vocal umami overloads the palette

Queue explosive stool (Vegeta)