So I guess you want me to leave pleasant like Marry Poppins No severing limbs and chopping off body parts dropping Them off of a fairy crossing the Hudson I bet its no cursing because you aint a thugs son But one of a Pastor churching you on manners well I'm still going bananners like Bananas in Pajamas You got no Jam plus cant jam us up on those phoney rhymes you hand us Understand us? No, neither no I drinking co-co in cabanas While I got a Carrabin coconut to stroke my, WHAT in Havana Am I doing wasting rhymes spewing these weak mutinies Mutants who refusing to go mute so you can swallow my puke A nuke is what I feel like right now, but unable to cut lose So whats the use of having to chose weather you abuse The rules and cuss your brains out in this insane bout But I know you aint ever got brains from a dame another mans pain his spouse Right in his own house, (squeak squeak), what was that? oh, Mickey Mouse Im sickly Clouse I run out in your grandmothers blouse Cover in delousing powder burning you out while I got you strapped to the couch All your mother can say is ouch while I bend her over her spouse Wondering what to do and where to go next You know text but I bet I can out flow you with Tech 9 milometer Berrett wrecking you chest up to your neck Slaughter your sezt I ='d say Ill rape you but your probably the same age as my daughter Hot water is what I've treaded in my whole life thank God I'm a golfer The course is my paper and the club is my pen You better toughen up if you wanna battle a thug in the Pen I'm a bull with a full sack while you pull at empty drawers Sammy Koufax Will make you go back to the batters cage with salami baloney In layman's terms your the cattle turned to a stromboni Come here my little crony rap juggernaut , NOT, you a phoney A lonely cat who only has only that, a cat, to keep him from foaming At the mouth roaming looking for something he can be blowing What I'm knowing is it's not the Mic glowing it someone named Mike growing Right in your hand I hand you this and I did it grand Grand slam your dam grandma like a dam ham sandwich Or was it Spinach and Spam I'm from Grenache a state of wasted these rhymes are a grace i placed it on a plait for you so don't waste it Hesitate get wrapped up in raps like I'm the plastic man this is rap stasis like I sent you to Heaven encased encase you don't make it I'm the raciest who hates this white race the most so lets race this Wait scratch that and erase this I'm the lyrical mace sprayed in your face taste this