@Illustraight,
You sure eat a lot for a morning meal
To work with the top shots for the deal
But new words being invented ignore the wheels
And spin their own direction like a grumpy porche's reels
You can't repeal what I am like I'm a damn stamp act
I won't reveal what I am until I rap a whole stanza back
I'm a panzy, man, this is candyland
I'm in the peppermint forest holding a candy ax
So I can hack illus like my name was jack the lumberjack
Or Jack the Ripper? No no call me Jeff the killer
Cause I'll kill 'em gripping my skillet crazy as skrillex
And now I won't reference the bass, cause it's way late to bangarang
That's old news, the dates have changed and now old school rap is back
And names are the same, when slim shade and Dre first made
Amazing plays on stage, and tupac stays awake
And I fit myself in with rap legends, I don't see illus
Is he ill or is he iller? I warned that I'm a killer
I'll drill ya with a mill or a sawmill or a high powered drill
Making sounds shrill, carving away your free will
Out of your brain, and I'd do that since I'm off my pills
And if that won't make you worried, then I don't know what will- wait
I do. Maybe a verse or two, it's hurting you, I can burn you too
With a quick lay of wordplay like brick house with a burglar into
It cause the church just blew, and the worst is soon
I didn't lie, bitch, ima MURDER YOU