Behold! There Appeared a Chariot of Fire

[Intro] If this one doesn't scare you, you're already dead [Hook x2] Y'all my students, consider this your syllabus And if you've got a bone to pick Y'all better throw some hands like pugilists (For the glory) [Verse] I cannot be defeated by mere mortal rapper faces Come back when you have a legion of Chuck D and Master Aces Sagging pants from a family tree of hip hop's master races I'm prone to laugh in faces of old men who can't act their ages Who inbred all these cats of BET Punnett squares? I shouldn't have said that but I'm having far too much fun to care These cats had the gonad sacks to ask "what's a Milo?" I told them to tread their tracks, turn back and check their vitals I'm the evil genius behind the large penis of American Idol Often I close my eyes and cover my glasses when I rap in public Rory's the boss man and Milo's simply a rapping puppet Started off trying to impress girls with rhyming couplets Now I father other dudes' styles by the quintuplets I'm like my beats, stream-like and rather hazy Your use of truncated metaphors makes you seem lazy I guess I'll have to spell it out You can enjoy an extended staring match with my brown eye And there's a reason my sound guy resembles Bill Nye I just wanna settle down with a pretty classically-trained cellist Pop the inflated balloon chest of the overly zealous They call me L. Ron Hubbard, I'm your idiot vagabond brother Got a job at a pizza shop so excuse these ashy knuckles Spare time write the plot for my opus film "Nasty Cuckolds" Signifying rappers by their flashy-ass belt buckles I've still got those check-engine-light struggles [Hook]