Suplexes Inside of Complexes and Duplexes

Might as well

This is madness

This is an outrage

As a matter of fact, this is outrageous

Yeah, young sire

Slap the fuck out John Cryer

Rough rider, rob inside...

Like I want kids

My head continues to be haunted

I burn a city down while I'm unconscious

Maybe gon', take some qualoods

Conversate with Jesus

Batting practice with the muthafuckers

Roast with Babe Ruth

Do as a saint do

Turn painful to graceful

Devil on my trails

I'm trying to find the Holy Grail

Right there

And if Mars is the farthest

That man has set his target

Then I don't why we even started

I'm sick of being too nice

To people who don't do shit but consume light

Told myself, fuck the world kid, just do what you like

Go and have a food fight

Start yourself a new life

You too bright to be inside a bunch'a mediocrity

But all those big words ain't gonna get you paid

And those abstract ideas for sure will get you laid

You got it made in that mad house

What the fuck you got to be sad 'bout?

Go ahead a rap now, do what you do best

I mean, that's what you do best

Matter fact motherfucker you suit vest

You need to buy a new dress

I heard you and your girl live in a duplex

I'mma put her ass in a suplex

The sun East, the moon West

You got a clue, what does a clue get?

Nothing

My milk and honey Cherie-Cherie Amour

My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway

Her ruby slipper made the wizards send the scarecrow and the lion

Through the forest to the wicked witch's fortress

While she scortched them into fore play

Remember that? he said he fight a box to see the wizard

When he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard

Now the whole worlds in color

Still, here ambien was next to Kim, but not her mother

For real, her face was care-one

I suspect she migraded from Kansas up from Deerborn and

Had beef with Mrs. Gulch the very beginnin' of year one

Mr. candy man the parables were ramblings

The poetry's like the poems and songs of

Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet

The judge bang the wood up in Parliament with mallet yell here here

Finally some order to this rap shit

Finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips

I keep my shit crispy and elegant

So miss me with the irrelevant

The guard body is heaven sent

The hard body is reverus, since the son of bi-foot

Brother of foul, every rhymes allowed

Every line is kosher, livin' la vida loca

Shout out to Tony Toca, we did it how we s'posed to