Hard F and Sad Truth's

I’m a swash-buckling knuckle upper I just smoked up my supper You call it a second course, I call it a double puffer Got yacht club bunnies dancing butt naked to Wu-Tang While drinking electric Kool-Aid Excused to the powder room then proceeded to powder her membrane A self made man making sales in bathrooms and backrooms through disposable cell phones I can sell sand in the dessert, you couldn’t sell rocks to the Flintstones Before we set sail lets get a few rules straight I'll be the captain and sailor jerry's my first mate The open bar keeps the rest of my crew sane With just a flick of my wrist I create ill rhymes with sick twists Got my eyes trained to aim for the top and I'm taking the shot, I won't miss This is lyrical warfare and my lines are designed to explode at the max yield of atomic I'm here claiming the crown because I've decided I want it I'm a word surgeon you're just a wanna be rap star You're persona is Viagra induced, you're fake hard And I've been sent here to prove it I'll see this through to the end, calling you all out, pen to pen, let's do this This is the land of stick up kids and dope boys Where the bang bang of gun play begins to sound like white noise It’s an epidemic been to the epicenter Some spots stay so hood that the red cross wouldn't dare to enter And the reinvestment act took it’s investment back Social security’s broke, got ransacked By government fat cats That steal from the poor and fill up their nap-sacks We all read from the same book but can’t seem to get on the same page We all wear the same chains Part of the same working class to which we’re all slaves The sad fact is that crime is one of the only jobs that still pay's Creating criminals, subliminal, no one can live off minimum wage This country has turned it’s back on the masses, quickly tried to cover their asses After hearing the click clack of my cocked back 12 gauge