Vogue vs. MAD

[Verse 1: Big Sus Boi (Shampoo Papi)] Sus Boyz get it off & poppin' A little fire for your Christmas stocking I don't know if I'm Nash or Stockton Pizza boy. either Shaq or Rodman I know I'm so precocious, my pen game so ferocious Game changed, something like the solstice Take this potion and overdose it Mind blown like the movie Scanners Mobile like I'm Alabama Jew fro in a bandana Got jewels, no Santana Got checks on my checklist, check out my necklace Check out my Netflix, I watch the best shit I am a vestige, I am a vessel I'm a messiah, shout out to Jessel Mustard & pretzels, pretezels & mustard Dick pics & downloads, shout out to Custard [Verse 2: Sus Boy 3000 (pizza boy.)] I’m certain, one day, my kidneys will make hard stones I’ve been starting every morning with a Marge groan When it comes to rap beef, I’m Jean Bon I feel something like Reiko on Kahn’s throne: A joke; supposedly meaningless But I could be more if explored My retort to whether rap is art is “Doesn’t that seem harsh when Seth MacFarlane can make a million off of farts?” To be clearer, that’s my n-word, no diss Catch me giving great TED Talks to a mirror