Honest

So lets be honest, I don't fucking know how to rap

But if I let that stop me, it'd be like giving a Crap

And that would be as stupid as slapping the mat

After spending all day straight talking smack

I'd rather die, be broken, beaten, and snapped

Then give some punks reason to start talking back

So lets be honest, diahrrea is the best,

That's why I'm shitting from each and every orifice.

Writing in chunks, publishing corn pieces

I want a gold record for an album named adorned feces

Verse by verse, or even word by word, its hearse by hearse

The way I do damage with concepts so absurd

I think I'm getting worse and worse the way my humor's drier than wood

Fuck a diamond record, i'd rather have one made of sperm

Then I'd throw it on their face and watch these bitches squirm.

Honestly ladies love germs and I am a pachyderm.

My thick skin's unhurt by your dull ass words

 

So lets be honest you're not on it,

This blurry list that I've got.

It spells out the future of rap

And says ill be the best at hip-hop

But nowhere along its infinite curves

At neither the peaks or the valleys,

And not anywhere near all of the boundaries

Does it say Ill ever be scared of pussy Emcee's that surround me.

 

 

Everything goes up is a thought so absurd

Decided to test it, got behind the wheel and swerved

Learned truth in the teachings, now I know strangeland is real

We're living in it, but we don't know how we feel

And have not yet found words

That describe the truth of our zeal

Because everyone's strangeland is optimally built

For their own desires as emotional stilts

But we've all got our own names for that parcel part of paradise

Jehovah's got heaven, in his heart's the golden rule

I call mine Avalon hope you think its pretty cool.

We've got everything that makes grown men drool.