For all intents and purposes I ram pride
Resonate ***** rapper get the long donkey ****
I keep telethon MC's clinging to Jerry's person
Mother***kin' Tourette's syndrome MC's can't freestyle without rehearsing

Crossed T's and dotted I's but still caught a liquid **** surprise
Rappers got on colored contacts but they better real eyes
Contact CoFlow **** equals El, Bigg Jus distortion
Try to merk off on our pile but you choked on my ***kin' portion

You oughta scream, got my name up in your mouth like **** or gingivitis
When every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe writers
I don't mind you talkin' **** just keep it in the first person
Think realistically if you diss me could you handle my rebuttal version

Then again if you spit my name it only means you recognize my status
I flip the script, use your little diss as a promotional apparatus
I'll ignore you sellin' crack, killin' people, and keepin' it real
But disrespect me and my adopted fam and die young like veal

When miscellaneous MC's drop they spontaneous
******** metaphor, the outcome is always obvious
When that piece of **** mother time gets cut short in 1999
I'll be stress-free, knowin' that while I was on Earth I got mine

Say what?
8 steps to perfection, the sum of each part forms an octagon
Where rhyme styles get sparked