El P]

For all intents and purposes I ram pride

Resonate pussy rapper get the long donkey cock

I keep telethon MC's clinging to Jerry's person

Motherfuckin Tourette's syndrome MC's can't freestyle without

rehearsing

Crossed T's and dotted I's but still caught a liquid shit surprise

Rappers got on colored contacts but they better real eyes

Contact CoFlow shit equals El Bigg Jus distortion

Try to merk off on our pile but you choked on my fuckin portion

You oughta scream, got my name up in your mouth like cock or

gingivitis

When every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe

writers

I don't mind you talkin shit just keep it in the first person

Think realistically if you diss me could you handle my rebuttal

version

Then again if you spit my name it only means you recognize my status

I flip the script use your little diss as a promotional apparatus

I'll ignore you sellin crack, killin people, and keepin it real

but disrespect me and my adopted fam and die young like veal

When miscellaneous MC's drop they spontaneous

bullshit metaphor, the outcome is always obvious

When that piece of shit Mother Time gets cut short in 1999

I'll be stress-free, knowin that while I was on Earth I got mine

Say what..?

8 Steps to Perfection, the sum of each part forms an octagon

Where rhyme styles get sparked