There's a book, I once read
And in a chapter it was said

So nasty that it's probably somewhat
Of a travesty having me
Daily told the people
"You can call me Your Majesty!"
Keep your battery charged
You know it won't stick, yo
And it's not his fault you kick slow
Should've let your trick 'ho chick
Hold your sick glow
Plus nobody couldn't do nothin' once
He let the brick go
And you know I know that's a bunch of snow
The beat is so butter peep the slow cutter
As he utter the calm flow
Don't talk about my moms, yo
Sometimes he rhyme quick
Sometimes he rhyme slow or vice versa
Whip up a slice of nice verse pie
Hit it on the first try
Villain: the worst guy
Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses
Shots of the scotch from out
Of square shot glasses
And he won't stop 'til he got the masses
And show 'em what they know not
Through flows of hot molasses
Do it like the robot to headspin to boogaloo
Took a few minutes to convince
The average bug-a boo
It's ugly, like look at you
It's a damn shame
Just remember ALL CAPS when you
Spell the man name

"It's over now, leave the game"

And you know it like a poet, like baby doll
I bet she tried to say she gave me her all
She played ball all bets off!
The Villain got the dice rigged
And they say he accosted the
Man with the sliced wig
Allegedly the investigation is still ongoing
In this pesky nation he gots
The best con flowin' the pot doubles
Now they really got troubles
Madman never go pop! Like snot bubbles

Yes, no? Villain, Metal face to Destro
Guess so, still incredible how cess grow
Just say Ho! I'll test the yayo
Wild West style fest, y'all best to lay low
Hey bro, Day Glo set the bet, pay dough
Before the cheddar get away, better get
Maaco the worst hated God who
Perpetrated odd favors
Demonstrated in the perforated Rod Lavers

Quad flavors
Still back in the game like Jack Lalanne

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): DANIEL DUMILE THOMPSON, OTIS JACKSON