Never Know

It's Cohibas in droves and Hen

Soul preaches from podiums at the Bohemian Grove of phlegm

No reason to slow up them foes freezing when flow begins

The omen's grim, decoding him goes deeper than most of them

Hold the pen like theologians had wrote his hymn

No one can try not to be oblique to him, quotes akin

To explosions in Hiroshima to roast your men

Corrosive, rinse this comedian show of trends

So intense, the cup runneth over rims

With ability and it just comes in loads

And instills the beast inside of my frontal lobes it's been

Ill to see, it's why those sly punks are loathing him