@Lanescott87,
Your lyrics are like acid? Well so are mine
If you get enough you'll be uber-fuckin-high
And they're illegal in 18 countries
For being so goddamn funky
Punk, see, you're a monkey, I'm king of the jungle
A lyric junkie, while you're after a bunny, bunny tumbles
Now you're in my wonderland
The darkest place since Thunderland
Where roaming around are to Dobermans
And sick beats get dropped like Timbaland
It's like thunder, man
Not Conan's Gunderland
But this is my home, my hole my dome
Not you're stupid-ass reality of sanity
Where's your formalities for vanity
Don't waste my energy, you better see
This kinetic-y way of gettin cheese
I'm lyrically over you're Sempervee.
Your garden of harvest
Strange for a narcist
Let me park this, hard bitch
Into a park bench
It's almost the end
Don't you pretend
That I didn't whup your ass
I'm like you but times ten