Same Rhyme Scheme

When I quit the game it's finished. You could say it's aborted.

I guess too that I'm Horton,

Cause I Heard a Who? His name wasn't important.

They say with some things that quality is imported

But I'm from the US and still the best over borders

When I started I had nickels, but now I'm rolling quarters

Full of two rhymes stuck together, like Siamese twin hoarders.

I sent the track to the morgue, so its entered rigor mortis.

You're frozen in fear, like the stiffs you can't perform this.

Killing like this should be illegal, but I've never had a warrant.

Yeah, my rap is immoral, but the organization stays sordid,

And the homophone intentional, but I bet you guys ignored it.

You and your rhymes come from the belly of a hooker--both abhorrent

Try to steal my style from a keyboard & you need more than a torrent

I'd be willing to be a sell-out, if Bill Gates could afford it.

Because this rap feels stellar, coming down to you from orbit,

Where I wear the stars around my neck and outshine my adornment.

Your girl digs vocabulary, so I spit and we cavorted.

I'm the reason she walked out on you, you know she a-door-ed it.

Well first I watched and learned, but this time I'm the informant--

Where I'm a child of musicality you guys are fucking orphans.

At your high tide, you've got no flow, an ant could fjord it.

7 bucks says I'm Prime, that's Amazon ordered.

If clever should be the new measure to keep rap from being formless,

I'll be rap's Martin Luther, ninety four theses more to reform it.

Bump with me, make this an onomatopoeia performance,

I'll be standing at the church door waiting for the praise to swarm in.