feel like we on top. we from the underground, long since renowned bitch im taking this crown, dont fuck with the clown, j jekyll, mostly off the temple, these rhymes i assemble, feeling like im mental, these bitches they tremble when my sound hits. they beg for clown dick, you know im part spic, facepaint looking like wicked shit, but she into it, so when i spit bars, they exploding like spores, so hard you looking at the lord, ill knight you with my sword, and anoint you in oil, just be prepared for turmoil. feeling like a gargoyle take flight, can anyone hear my plight? you know im not alright. i lay awake every night. begging for something to write. but my mind don't cooperate. i wish it would animate. feeling like im late, to this scene but its up for debate, so please dont agitate the jester, because i dont explode i let it fester. its j Jekyll feelin like Hannibal lecter.