Stew the root, ground down in the brew,
let’s get footloose,
yeah, my flow is a reptilian mongoose,
so sick at rap, I Riki-Tiki-Tavi dat ass,
bat around the little cobra of the inferior kind,
they pretend to be the source of the shine Divine,
well, last time I checked, it was mine
cause I made it,
I created you snakes in my kiln,
I baked ya and you still wanna raise hell for the helpless?
well, it’s time to put ya over my leg and get to belting dat ass
till you learn some class,
aint it ironic coming from the one who gives crass a new level of meaning?
now you’re scared of my flow,
We hear your heart beating, it’s speed is exceeding anything before,
yes indeed, the sound of every pulse pounding feels like stampeding buffalo
I’m not 50 or Eminem
but I’ve been patiently waiting to enter this dimension,
here we go again, Sesame Open,
so smell the roses one last moment,
your time is over,
Divine law is in effect,
hit the deck,
it’s a lyrical stick up,
ah ah ah stick up
Don’t you know this aint Pauly D and Jersey Shore
or Encino Man with Pauly Shore
but I took your girl and we puffed a J of Wowi Maui
and I had her talking backwards,
that girl started wheezing the juice out of my little buddy
and when I say “little”,
I mean fricking ridiculously huge,
the Empire State building is like one of my pubes,
it must be fate, your Fay Wray is giving me that full display,
yeah, that presentation,
an invitation, saying “Gregree, please give me that penetration”
and I aint waiting, I hit till detonation,
E-X-P-L-O-D-E,
now I’m ready to go to sleep,
she wanted to snuggle and I said “uh, no”
and like the guillotine said to the head “now off you go”
I’m not 50 or Eminem
but I’ve been patiently waiting to enter this dimension,
here we go again, Sesame Open,
so smell the roses one last moment,
your time is over,
Divine law is in effect,
hit the deck,
it’s a lyrical stick up,
ah ah ah stick up
Just like when you were only a twinkle in your father’s eye,
every notion you have of me is just like that,
I’m talking ‘bout preconceived, I know my skills are hard to believe
but I wasn’t plucked from Heaven’s sound garden to outshine you
but relieve you from those who deceive you,
I’ve come back alive, I re-live,
I’m here to break those fake snakes, inferior lizards,
I’m the Great White Killer Sharkasaurus,
Smorgasbording on the offspring of Set,
I’m Horus Borealis,
so bask in my rays but do it safely,
don’t overdose on my vitamin D-O-P-E
so check your head and show some gratitude
and start to see the magnitude and scope of my dopeness,
I’m a gloating Goat, glowing,
playing Hell’s cello, bowing
I’m not 50 or Eminem
but I’ve been patiently waiting to enter this dimension,
here we go again, Sesame Open,
so smell the roses one last moment,
your time is over,
Divine law is in effect,
hit the deck,
it’s a lyrical stick up,
ah ah ah stick up
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