Damn Violator

one day later, one fake anihilator, straight perpetrator, now I gotta be the orchestrator, to your funeral just for being a damn violator, few ghost writers you have, few excuses not the opposite, more than your girl got ass, not tryin to be the damn gyrator, but I took minimal casualties, something just like your minimal salaries, why the hell do I gotta even battle the mike jack and billie jean, lets see those brain cells actually get to hatchery, little bump in the road, swiss cheese holes in your anatomy, not even in my regimen, way too feminine, gotta scream in the mic, cause your filled with estrogen, or hyped up on mescalin, something like beavis and butthead giving me that grin, you something like the producer to my nuts on your chin, deepthroat, just the way you like it, whoever told you that was nicer, should not be your financial advisor, to say the least, you aint do a damn thing but quiver on a beat, pussy filled with yeast, you should idolize me, and drop to your knees, praise thee, far from god, but also the honor, so sit your little ass down and do like your girl does pay homage, you aint got enough in your cartridge, plus you aint firing, all I see is nothing but gas in my environment, duck tape is silver, but silence, that might even get you respect, just put down the mic, i should charge you for this verse, in fact go cut the check,