Wordsmith

Listen up, I'm gone step right to the plate and knock this shit out the park

And I'm hitting you with a combo that is going to be leaving a mark

Upon your face people will laugh at you and say that you're a disgrace

And on the track I am a thoroughbred that's shooting right out of the gate, boy

Mr. Snakeyes is right back at his usual tactics, time to fuck this beat up

I'm a dick I need prophylactics when I go in I'm creating magic

Stepping to your boy will be problematic it might result in you getting your ass kicked

This mechanic has tools like ratchets, hammers, and sockets for all you bastards

Whoa Nelly I'm a lunatic far from a saint and I'll give you the blues

When I'm hitting you with hockey sticks and baseball bats that's a cardinal sin on you (You, you, get it)

When I write rhymes it will cause me to have another terrorist act