The 1

It's absurd I go berserk if you add a verse that makes Hov call for wildlings in a church
I concur
My bars aren't raps, they're cinderblocks for Cinderella
Laughing at the smog she coughs up and still dances like a careful ballerina
Lady Godiva wants her chocolate back
Suck it, cat
My trap is laid and paved since I ran up with Mr. O'Malley
Stupid Sally was sitting there wishing she had her muffet

I don't think you could get away with this like
Warren Buffet hitting up a tuffet
Yankees try to yank me
Music keeps me happy
I'd rather do hard drugs than condone in listening to brand new age radio, see?

Word on the block is you're the best
Word on the block is I don't like to take a test
So go ahead and try me or else you'll have a crack cranium
American History
Triple X
Same definition when you look at it
Cats get the chi-blaow, they're dead now
I have never talked with slang
See me verbally using verbose lyrics than oil lamps on a 1800's train

Such a shame the dumb dagger had died
I shat a couple pills and told 'em I'm disturbed and
Stupefied
Ruthless guy, bringing '98 back
Bad boy to the bone, bringing '96 back
Kickbacks can throw you off without a relapse
Take a shovel and swallow
Like I spit at your grave, give a homie a breath
Number one to return since the Jedi's are still working to death
Order 66, guess that's it

His vibe isn't live though
It's more throwing pebbles at your window
Saying come on down Pebbles, I'm not fruity
I promise, I just make it rubble
Bam-Bam
Sam said "Watch the gravel!"
Dropped an anvil
Made sure Primo never shifts the late night gamble
Your daughter is kidnapped?
Nah, she's just chillin' with a bossy a-hole
Check my french, yo
Dangerous rhythms to rock out to like Depeche Mode
Say my name, I'm Heisenberg with the reigns
I use the chain for my ancestors
Beat down all these slave manglers
Turn 'em into housewives from Atlanta and kick 'em in the baby designer

What a douche
Talking loose terms since Primo is loose
Foot out of the caboose but don't charge him for the boots
I'm in a booth
Merely my inside bedroom
Trailing off nonsense since I went high off Mario mushrooms
Dust bowls could hit us again
That's when I'll be like Jay Baruchel
This is the end
Say it again
Yeah, homie, I mean this is the end
So maybe I'll become a nazi like a dolphin