Engelbert Humperdinck

[Terminal Knowledge] They said describe my rivals with a single word: Underling What you think? I can't see you swing from your puppet strings? A couple drinks in me, glazed eyes, we stay fly Like a lesbian seagull, Engelbert Humperdinck Leave my signature in blood between your brow and your hairline Fist bumped and bounce to the square, ride out On top of shit, y'all incompetent Lean wit it rock wit it? Please put a sock in it Greasing the palms with a finsky I'm awfully skimpy Just spit in my food dog, I tip cheap Keep it cold, we be leaving' speakers blown When we creepin on what we creepin on A chorus gone bombs over bagdhad, pfft oh baloney I support the cause, hashtag Joseph Kony! No shit One time for the wolf's head Scroll & Keys, Skull and Bones cronies with no cajones Hold the phone, it's the thorn in your side Scorned and despised by the lord in the skies I'm a stoner and a hippie, who's known for getting lippy Popeye want the spinach, hold the chicken crispy You know what, lemme get the chicken crispy, and a Mr. Pibb Use a swizzle stick to mix the whiskey I'm pretty tipsy, it's time to face an audience Fuck slurred words, Term'll chase 'em out this bitch Take a bow, get hit with tomatoes, a sight unseen Atheist lighting trees and spinning dreidels Break fast, what a meshugana putz Tried to walk a straight path but couldn't adjust The lobotomized philosopher sodomizing commoners I'm a fountain of knowledge, watch the geyser burst Germ free, Term sure to warsh up And get his hands dirty when he's thirsty for more blood They say I mumble, dumb luck, staying humble Until the day come these motherfuckers pay him double I'll take an odd job and do it shoddy, shit who gon' stop me? Not the Mod Squad or the Illuminati We mean business, no cheap gimmicks Just flea-ridden sleaze steeze in the beat kitchen Free written spit, y'all stem and seed pickin' We sit and cheef piff still we're ski-lifted bitch Braggadocio, I fucking rock Do you plan to vote for antisocial or Uncle Tom? I'm so handsome, shit that's what my mommy says Cro Magnon, shit that's fucking obvious Cuz I growl and fling poo with my hands Draw the Vitruvian Man with loose leaf and crayons Hot as a pot of pea soup, done shot the breeze With Dr. Michio Kaku on top of the Machu Pichu It's hard to hear you, rappers sound like R2D2 Fuck nodding to the beat, I gotta stop and regroup Oh you wrote a blog? Can't rely on that If you born a dog, you can't just die a cat Read the riot act, teary eyes and a pale face Chopping gangster rails on the periodic table I gotta be stopped. Pfft, probably not Order a round of shots and a wobbly pop, I'm bout to drop It's so easy Beach squad coming out with a DRO EP Fucking, suck a dick and stuff, dog