22

i'm genocidal on this 22, i'm rwanda, i'm a dude both hutus and tutsis are not fond of, lazy for days, work nights, mary jane fonda, you're in a line-up doing lines, while i do the conga, want beef, burger flipper, get devoured like food, i'm a retarded evil genius, using powers for good, a sip of brew when i wake up, then a xanax at noon, i'm on some drizzy drake shit, singing out of the blue, means i sing in the rain, so goddamn it, sam, play it, frank, sing it again, when i was 17 i used to pour my seed down the drain, creating sewage monsters, sorry dufresne, you'll never make it through the damn canal, see i'm the fucking heisenberg, and you brats a hal, your style is foul and a tad banal, i am a walking mystery, call me a femme fatale, the good and evil in me cancel out, a rough gentleman, i come into a damsel's mouth, i'm dangerous like sitting down in chris hansen's house, the new thing on the radio, i'm throwing lazlow out, i'm checking in, sipping gin, plenty brew and plenty doubt, i gotta finish cause it's 22, i'm checking out, gotta go back, man, fuck a convention, i vomit with all the stuff that you suckers mention, yeah, yeah, typical message: "no enough attention", every rapper thinks he's biggie, slim, l, hova and then some, throw me in jail, leave in a cell for nights, i do not like your god's work. i'll go to hell with pride, don't understand me, not the motherfucking mensa type?, your gun's heavy? well my pencil's light. end of fight