Hey Jester, How you doin' man?

Euh, who are you?

Hey you don't remember me? we met like a year ago man, I'm a big fan!

Euh, no I don't remember you, get the fuck outta my face ok?

Oh, really?

Yeah, I'm busy..

Oh, oh ok, ok...

Ahh he's so cool...

You probably thought I was a nice guy,

'till you meet my vife wives and find the supply of life-size knives and sniper rifles in my mind in disguise as a cloud in the skies,

I'm miles-high which is why I'm so fly when I write rhymes. (over here)

In fact I'm surprised like I discovered matter and time are entwined if you thinking I'm in my right mind..

Fuckin' Einsteins, nah I should probably reside in a mental asy-lum.

Assuming I'm done with the presumptuous cunt livin' inside of me, huh?

Shit you must be dumber than Trump, if you never knew I'm a two-sided son of a gun,

Hyptonizing you fucks I enter minds when I bust and provide 'em with drugs, cus I'm a gorilla,

Apeshit and blunt with no filter, 'n did I happen to mention when inspecting your rectum at specula practice I'm an avid collector of Hannibal Lector's cannibal lectures?

(Hello Clarice)

What?

Whatever forget it,

I developed a suntan from the fire I bust man,

Mosquitoes tryna sting up to me and amigos and light up their heaters finna see it's a dumb plan, (idiots)

Guns jamming, nothing but sus blanks, type of cannable you don't wanna uncan,

Stepping to me... (time for bed) I'm so blissfully speaking bitches to sleep it's feeling like a kiss on the cheek.

(goodnight)

And I ain't talking shit on my sheet but I bet you they got piss on they sheets cus bitch I'm a G,

But who am I to extinguish your dreams, I believe I'd rather just get up and leave, ain't worth the inner G investment to me,

I'mma leave it to mister critique to fix up the street and tricks up your sleeve ain't setting you free from this predicament, G,

So please get on your knees, and plea for release (hammunu hammunu hammunu)

And pray that I'm merciful (never)

I may be allergic though (hatchoo),

Been nurturing urges for surgical murder of worms like proverbial birds do inservice of chicks 'till they're learning to fly, and I

Guess I learned how to turn this flow into curses, spittin' venom so I guess I'm a serpent, I discourage disturbing me, 'less you're looking for a perfect 'listing as a missing person'-service,

Looking two-faced, sipping cool-aid wearing nothing but blue shades, a toupé, new suede shoes, face covered in toothpaste, two chains of new age jewellery, nude maids on my huge D,

So keep talking your bark and this shark'll be

Sleepwalking his bars in the park, 'n I'll

Keep targeting top o' the chart 'n I'll

Free parking on top o' the mark 'n I'll

Be bossing around all the broads 'n I'll

Leave comp in a box in the yard 'n I'll

Preach nonsense 'n call it a song 'n I'll

Keep bombing Osama Bin Laden I'll

Bring plenty of mischief, flicking you ten feet up like a swish o' the frisbee,

Or sticking you six feet deep in a crypt if you thinking to diss me,

Like bitch please... (rip)

Just take a step back and check that flex rap invading your headset 'n fat cheques won't prevent you from getting your neck snapped from banging this fat track 'n if you still wanna get clapped I'mma

Spit facts and expect to get wet when I jack it like a trench mac, coming in with a big splash, here's a pack of peppermint napkins to wipe your bitch ass and your shit pants (it hurts)

And prepare to get the big bag... competition finna get sacked, and now the bin's stacked,

And either way you flip that you're a trashbin or you been trash to begin with!

'n don't judge us, (guilty) cus oh yes I hold grudges,

I go toe to toe with that shit like a fungus, I'll bludgeon our beef wtih a humongous bust of Christoffel Columbus just to buff up the luncheon...

OK!

Punching buttons got me stuffing a rubber duck in Dumbledore's brother's mother's butt and plug it...

But fuck it...