[Verse 1: Term K]
Casper the mean Ghost
Keynote speaker here to breach Ground Zero
Cheap shot hero
Peep my steelo
Feed thy ego
In fact, I eat whack emcees on wheat toast
I reek like weed smoke
Real suave, rico
Free ride, sweet home, the C, not greenbow
Teeth of a wolf underneath my sheep's clothes
I need not fear no wannabe Don Vito
We know y'all been waiting real long to hear those
Beach Squad creeps on a beat by E.O.Mpty pocket hop head
Drop dead lethal
Not yet, sleep mode
Holy Moses
I don't suppose that these my people
Creep show, slow as a tree sloth, three-toed
Go fast, blow past, speed like D Rose
We bulls wobble but we don't fall down
Either keep your mouth closed or close your mouth
Got 'em fiending for the crack shit
Ayo I'm tryna see cash that sees the ceiling when I stack it
If you appealing to the masses, you really need to practice
Rap's gone soft, rap's gone soft
They breed pussycats with Pavlov's dogs
Bark like a bad cough, gnaw like a rat
Stand guard, hand scarred from the shards of a glass jaw
I say naughty things with mommy in the audience
Call it what it is, false and fraudulent
The sorcerer's magic, yo this rap shit is Normandy
Either storm the beach and be a corpse beneath the foreign seas
Save grace of free speech
Gave praise to the mainstream, dank weed, cable TV
Yo, these gentlemen, leave knees trembling
Fill the envelope but don't crease the Benjamins
Out for the guap, we the stoogie brothers
We the doobie puffers
We them stupid fuckers getting zooted
No cool kids, just outcasts and rascals raising which ever roof we under
The booming thunder leave a room in silence
Blockhead, Chestford Apostle
No, big head, live next door to Rocko
Today's credit that's debt for tomorrow
So play dead or just step forward pronto
[Verse 2: Acumental]
Last name Voorhees, first name Jason
Got the game laced better shape up and embrace it
We go ape shit, rock a set, ganja head
Blaze piff but I'll knock you out like mamma said
I'm a boss like Anthony Danza be
Dance at the jamboree wrapped in a tapestry
Yo fans go MAD like the magazine
Clapping they hands for me
Ac with the pansophy
I'm out to slander you whack emcees
We can't live in harmony
So fall back, I'm a real motherfucker call Ac Jimmy Darmody
Go so hard body numb when I flabbergast
No holds barred, top rung in a ladder match
Take a weed nap then I smoke a loosie
"Believe that", like I'm quoting Blue Streak
To recap you weak rappers don't amuse me
I'm a, nocuous nuisance bruise any doddering doofus and his crew and I properly do this
Your squad is a clueless posse of two-bits
Well, if the shoe fits, you got some new kicks
Ac appear in the atmosphere
And when I leave you gon' ask a peer what the fuck happened here?
Cause I'm a racketeer, run amok, crack a beer chug it jump from a jet plummet, no landing gear
So stand clear
Uh, I bring the heat like hot plates
I bring the heat like Bosh, Wade, LeBron, or Juwan H
So don't blink when I'm on stage
Or when I'm backstage, yo my name Ac like Pat Saj'
Apocryphal rappers are nominal status
I'm 'bout to wallop you so drop the malapropism habits
I got the, ominous antics of a hollering savage
Like Ozzy to Sabbath, surrounded by madness
Yo I act kind of like Black Dynamite, mack a bitch
Or Malkovich, In The Line of Fire, snapping necks
Smoking squares like we shot ourselves
Acumental rock the bells and throw chairs at the commonwealth
A shape shifting, Palmer-Parallelogram
Well in hand, yet there ain't no telling where I'm headed man
Every damn day, looking forward to the next
Known to let the jam play from the morning 'til I rest
I was born to be the best, but something went wrong
I'm morbid, I'm depressed, and I'm too fucking headstrong
Too pernicious, find my words vicious
On a covert mission so mind your own business
...Bitches