Once
again I'm about to annihilate, create chaos
Messiah,
Satan,
evil eyes that are speaking insane
Betraying,
sub-sub-slaying,
forsaking,
doppelgangers
I'm taking all my money,
I'm making the lacks,
and while I'm making the whacks
And it is a fact that France should be taxed
You and your posse keep forgetting and letting the time pass
When I'm blowing a poem or rhyme past
To hit you,
shake you,
bake you,
make you wish you had a bank
The internal revenue service at its best
The marg the rest, a test, so more or less
You can't attempt, I'm blessed
Though I use analogies, it's a gift
And I'm trying to lift this society higher up
To the top, elevating, not really dope
But dopefully investigating, legally poetical
And truly venomous, vicious
And that's what my pen is all about
Double-bending, cold and just like a knife
Takes a rifle and stabs them,
snuffs it out You shot from the pain,
you lost your aim
In my domain,
you crossed the brain,
what a shame In the Indian name,
my no-names claim the fame
When he plays my game,
I proclaim him with the name Whack Whack
Hey buddy-buddy,
hey buddy-buddy,
hey buddy-buddy,
hey buddy-buddy
Does it register in your twisted brain?
Just like a banister with steps of faith
Balance and conquest,
you think we'll want this And that
kind of contest is blown out of context
No time for jokes,
no,
I don't move I wrote this dope rhyme,
you can't come close to me
I can't stand whenever you pretend to
be someone else Each and every weekend,
the sight of you Makes me wanna puke and it makes you cry Because
you know that you can't beat me Cause I am the epitome of R.A.P.
in the A.R.C.
H-I-B-E-L-A-G-O,
so F-I-L-I-P-I-N-O Francis in with the ism,
watch me *** him
Another form of microphonism Listen,
I ain't bluffing,
I'm venom pumping
The big bad wolf is here and I'm blowing Give me an M-I-C,
I start dishing out poetry
So unique,
straight from the mouth,
the F-O-O-W is the secret
Now you know it's too late for regrets
R-A-S-P-E-M-I-S-T-A-N-E-W-J-A-C-K
Hey buddy-buddy,
hey buddy-buddy,
hey buddy-buddy
The man from Manila,
the thrill,
the rhyme killer
The master seems to be greater and better by the day than by the hour
Getting to be someone destined for greatness,
destined to get some fame
Astronomically,
lyrically special,
important to serve as food
Gastronomically important,
a portion of choice,
suicidal Moments of faith on my voice,
and it's vital
The lack of vocabulary or words are not necessary Maintain sustain,
the main point of a literary masterpiece
But the shame is the webster,
thanks to dad and mom,
may God bless her soul
Her mother was a pillar of strength, yo mom,
thanks
Now you know I'm a literary master,
try to last with me,
you better pass the M-I-C
As I put it to where it's never been,
go clocking the rhyme,
it's time for severing
Exes in half,
if they choose to cross the Y-path,
there's no life to pass the wrath of my blood path
It's time to get a cleaver,
cut through your jugular vein as I slaughter you and your minions
They oughta say simians while I'm making my minutes and tens,
cause you whack,
whack
Hey buddy-buddy, hey buddy-buddy,
hey buddy-buddy
Now you call yourself a rapper?
Try me
Hey buddy-buddy,
hey buddy-buddy,
hey buddy-buddy