You Suck

[Verse One] Laughter ceases after masterpieces slash your thesis Questioning my passion is like asking Jesus if the crucifixion hurt Flirting with ears, but choosing visions first I stretch 'em out until they snap to prove that long division works A strong incision bursts your bladder Filthy rhyming prosecutor Never-ending thirst for data Salvaged from the lost computer Immaculate, verses scatter We tackle and toss a loser off a pedestal created by actions regrettable Packing a vegetable for malnutrition Rap-mutation, advocators, fact-debaters catch a bad one from a tractor-trailer Even avid masturbators can't relate to my passion at mic clutch Crashin' a nightclub, simply to spite fucks who came to dance My brain is pants you herbs are legs I earn while some prefer to beg I deal with ignorance Therefore, to turn a head is difficult Like being drunk while parallel-parking a car Broken pieces of glass on your floor after I fart in a jar [Scratch Hook] "MC's you suck, that's without a doubt Y'all don't know jack, no if's or maybe's" "MC's you suck, that's without a doubt" (???) "MC's you suck, that's without a doubt" "Now who's my first victim? Come get some of this" "MC's you suck, you know how that go" "Yo, this is a fact, handing my beat over" [Verse Two] I got the bald-headed crown with a dope swirl Hot enough to make a nymphomaniac's toes curl Lounge with showgirls in the uncharted lands of the West Pacific islands Hypnotized by horizons Evil mistress, black widow of the brimstone Skeletons in every closet, close to the window Rose petals, French Dutchess, with gold medals On the coldest meadow follows the ghost that goes (ohhh) And when I was young my moms thought I had a disturbance Cause she always found me under the cabinet drinking detergent Murderous Copernicus, Prometheus inserted it The way I worded it left 'em tumbling through the turbulence I got a nasty dropkick, catch flies with chopsticks Kidnap your siblings then take them for hostage Your girl's not a chicken head she's more like an ostrich Smells like armpit, foot and ass, and dog shit [Scratch Hook] "MC's you suck, that's without a doubt Y'all don't know jack, no if or maybe's" "MC's you suck, that's without a doubt" "You sucka MC's, you don't enjoy rapping" "MC's you suck, that's without a doubt" "Give you a chance, to say your petty rhymes" "MC's you suck, you know how that go" "I wish you'd hurry up cause you're wasting my time" [Verse Three] Laughter happens after master craftsmen practice smashing clowns I pass your rapping class and snatch the cap and gown I slap a noun and catch a verb while running laps around The pachyderm who hasn't learned the basic laws of planet Earth I take your jaw and smash it through the simple principles of amateur elimination Pattern your alliteration after mine? Mastermind my pattern writing Vocalize the battle writing Localize the folks who try to socialize for ladder-climbing NPC, degrees, and pattern sine and sequence quantization Concentration might alleviate your frequent contemplation Constant patience, do you know how badly that I want a spaceship? Modulation causes placement of assailance on surveillance Wander aimlessly amongst a mass of slavery Until a brave MC (through bravery) Decides to call his name to me, it's all in vein you see When I decapitate his brain and season it for morning breakfast While listening to Death mix Out