So nasty
that it's probably
somewhat of a travesty
Having me
then he 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 the square shot glasses
And he won't stop
till 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
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