DO I.O.U?

Time to pen-sively embed another legendary

Rendering feathered in red ink e(h)-osin

In case I make a mistake then you’ll never see

Depressing to think that this pendulum never swings

Stuck up at eleven feet

tentatively

elevated by Pandering can you stand it in-

definitely

It’s probly for the better cause you tend to make a mess of things

But for the record you’ll never compete with me mentally

I guess I better dumb it down like Lupe said

Cause to them

my writings like a Rorschach test

You stupid lunatics

Is it really my fault if their too dense like their meats been minced?

Tried to battle me Keanu Reeved their shit

Haven’t seen’em since

Compared to where I was before the internet

I’m no longer on the fence just all out offense

Don’t like it you can join your friends and picket then

It fits you to be feminine

Marge Simpson with less relevance

Yellow skinned not just bellied bitch

This isn’t an air of arrogance

It’s just when you pair this gen of oxy kids with parents who coddle them

They get so gassed up that when

they blow it’s a disaster

Not Hiroshima but firecrackers

I will be their end like the rapture just ask your pastor he’ll explain to you what happens

After I’m gone I predict a verbal famine as vermin scramble to follow my example

They think their fire but know they don’t hold a candle can't walk in my sandals

Couldn't handle me battling in tandem so you should probably man up undo that man bun and do like Bannon be banished learn to panhandle begging your fandom

And no I don't play nice it's okay right?

cause I never lose A fight B sides I

never lie not scared to sever ties might induce another suicide

look into my eyes it's not fame not even my bag just sachet guys

Maybe if you pray twice you'll get to witness me take flight in broad daylight

More than levitate, fly, this is how David Blaine dies Criss Angel the same night

a shame but Satan shares the same plight a fallen angel just a fable like the stable but it's all the same right?

I dare be compared to randoms who fare worse than D.A.R.E. matters?

I’m always right so it’s more like fair and unbalanced when I rap faster

Like a crack addict I’m facts maddened so it’s my duty to call out bastards who lack passion

Claimin’ to game but only have Madden which is half bad as rap fans who act like nats backwards

You’re just a-lad-in pastels who wished to be me but I’m the genie who won’t pass the mantle

But you can sit on mine like an elf cause I spit fire every time I belch so call me Santa

My present to you is to conclude that your gift-less like a step child on Christmas

All you got is a receipt a piece of loose leaf torn in two sheets stained and gooey imbued with No. 2 ink which reads

I.O.U. one talent signed God

Now don’t start trying to be hard yelling jihad

Cause even as a grown up you’ll never blow up

Besides if you die of suicide while taking out a crew of blue eyes you’ll still be denied paradise

Those virgins have a pair of eyes and are scared to bare a tyke with a boy who’s like a wife

If they can even find it right? Almost like you're sterilized

Cause after screaming bout guns and knives and how you like to fight

You know you couldn’t tear a tight dyke with all your might