This is madness
This is an outrage
As a matter of fact  this is outrageous

Yeah  young sire  slap the f*ck out Jon Cryer
Rough rider  raw bust inside a vagina
Like I want kids  my head continues to be haunted
I burn a city down while I'm unconscious  baby go on
Take some quaaludes  conversate with Jesus
Batting practice with the motherf*cking ghost of Babe Ruth
Do as a saint do  turn painful to graceful
Devil on my trails  I'm trying to find the Holy Grail
 *Coughing*  Right there
And if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target
Then I don't know why I even started
I'm sick of being too nice to people who don't do sh*t but consume light
Told myself  "F*ck the world kid  just do what you like"
Go and have a food fight  start yourself a new life
You're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity
But all those big words ain't gonna get you paid
And those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid
You got it made in that mad house
What the f*ck you got to be sad about  Go ahead and rap now
Do what you do best  I mean
That's what you do best  matter fact motherf*cker
You suit vest  you need to buy a new dress
I heard you and your girl live in a duplex
I'ma put her ass in a Suplex  the sun east  the moon west
You got a clue  what does a clue get
Nothing

My milk and honey  my chérie-chérie amore
My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway
Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow
And the lion through the forest
To the wicked witch's fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay
Remember that  He said he'd fight the box to see the wizard
When he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard
Now the whole world's in color  still
How Auntie Em was next of kin and not her mother
Real  her face was care-worn
I suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearborn
And had beef with Mrs  Gulch since the very beginning of Year One
Mr  Candyman  the parables parabolic
The poetry's like the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes
Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet
The Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the mallet
And yell "Hear  hear"  finally some order to this rap sh*t
Finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips
I keep my sh*t crispy and elegant
So miss me with the irrelevant  the god body is heaven-sent
The hard-body is reverence  since the son of Byford
Brother of Fal  every rhyme's halal
Every line is kosher  livin' la vida loca
Shout out to Tony Toca  we livin' how we supposed to