Evil Prick

Bout to use a beat from Biggie this is strictly for fun,

My equations don't even equal his sums

if they were cut in fourths, now got quarters for the laundry mat,

Placed down the slot, i'm ornery cause they all came back,

Stepped into a church instantly burnt and now the carpets black.

This is a cursed rap I swerve worse than cursive has,

Your a nervous act like in the airport with a turban wrap,

There aint no comparison to this derelict,

Your more embarassin than I care to give,

I get lit like a candlestick and produce some wax,

It's hot from butane so I let it melt on tracks,

you'll bolt faster than Usain cause i'm the bomb like Hussein,

Possibly even a terrorist cause who knows what my parents is,

Must've been scared as shit when I popped out

started a count down then I walked out,

I'm evil with my darks sounds, you gon' get harmed now.