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Yo you can't believe the fattest white kid on the block.
Gonna be the oil, thinnest liquid out on top
of all these watery Emcees smoking trees
thinking they can rap up a storm, tis only a breeze
and it's a breeze showing up all these small tees
You gotta have my lung capacity to flow free
You can't chop it up like sushi from a Japanese
And stand next to me, the muthafuckin bees knees!
They choppin' yours off cuz you got lyrical diabetes
Your verse's arteries clogged up from all the stanky cheese
and I could buy em at a dollar store in packs of three
and you go slide em in and they're your rap's epitome
I mean you gotta be kidding me, you joking me?
I've smelt stronger shit in bags of fuckin potpourri
I've seen stronger shit in piles of some worn debris
The board of trustees and The committee
Be standin next to me in saying that we all agree
You couldn't rhyme letters in a spelling bee.
Give your listeners their money back guarantee
And sit your ass on down, because you'll never be me.
The cheech with the big jon speech
These rappers just peaches and cream with all they screeches
Impeach the wack suckas that bum rush the page
In this day and age you need the best to take the stage
hustling pages making wages
I'm the Wizard to take on the mages/majors.
And you can't see me in crystal balls of spunky sages
Cuz I'm springing all the springs up in your little gauges
Can't measure right the danger that you fools be facin
Free basin all your problems with your guilty Masons,
Skull and crossbones, shone sparky, just malarkey
Hark, who goes and shivers your bones?
Tell me who picks up the crowd with his tones?
Chrome platted soul strut in old shutters
Snowstorm's cold stutters over slices of beat butter
No other Emcee push me take over
Except rhymes I gonna be the funky soul brother
Odd couple like gal pal Sal Struthers
I hover like a two-time lover
Pokin in and out one and kissin with another
And cuddlin and muddlin with Smokey Joe to smother
I beat up the muggers, go smuggling the smut
When the drafts come I more then make the cut
Get picked by the coach with the gut
Little ego boostin stride to my strut
To those who don't believe shut the fuck up.
That's my message to all those fuck nuts.
Jon Wayne.