Look at this rhyme It ain’t a crime It’s almost time To see the mime I’m not a perfect rapper but I can do rhymes I might not be clear yet like the blue skies We can all sit down and watch the moon rise You’re a murderer ‘cause you threw knives at me while the moose hides You have blue eyes, and I have green ones I have to write, and still have reasons I have to pay those huge fines, and still carry eighteen tons I can’t travel through time, but I can summon demons finally I'm at the point where I can spit quick Using multiple syllables a minute it looks like I'm spitting to the limit Sicker than the sickest, I inhibit my rigid lyrics Hitting the big spliffs while I'm spitting vicious Complicit with an illicit business of the biggest bigots That ever witnessed the timid misfits who appeared on the listed hitlist The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit I'll send a gang of villainous midgets with the assistance of diligent bishops yeah wat up 69 out