mr Nixon in a motion got a potion gonna save it for faith, make it safe throw it into space, I'm a rocket ship bursting into flames with my chains gonna retain my old fame, I'm suprising in my uprising polarizing like a king with my bling, throwing it out without a doubt ima make it to the top and sprout outloud touching the clouds shouting it out, busting you open with a clean motion like a bowman I'm a showman putting it on for the crowd, as they scream and shout, gonna put you down in front of the town, my city gon feel for you hippy ass clown, whatch your back and look out for an attack when I unpack my gat shoot you right through the back, theres something called bad omen that wreaks havoc, stopping traffic, call me whatchu want but I'm bibliographic like jesus but a genius when I spit it out,feel like you in preschool, got a juul? that's cool, just kidding your a fool, back at it when I gloom and I'll be back soon, but dont wait up cause it's a trait to hate but to die is fate.