Ars Poetica

I'm starting to feel on top of my game
The way I fuck with words, bitch slurp on my name
Painting beats on pictures and vice versa
Swipe my cards, they said I can't right my wrongs
Who cast the first stone? Said it twice, third time we might lose ya
For sure, five times alive, too bad
There goes the sixth these pussies going to far
These seven virgins 'bout to get fucked in the puna
I eat your nine lives, sorry, ate, one time out of ten I, fuck up my numbers
Words too but really, that ain't what bothers
My facade's blown, I'm just like the others
But for real, I'm the shit, I'm the king
I'm the prince of all Saiyan, I'm Vegita
I'm too cool for school bitch, I'm like winter
This poetic license don dey give man liver, ha
I don show, everybody get down
I'm crawling to the top, like I wanna touch a cloud
Made her pussy wet, lemme swim in your pond (Preach)
Ars Poetica, life's a seminar
Death's her cousin, but that pussy too generous
And there's ten of us, wait, there's ten of us?
Bitch we gave you our hearts, fuck is you telling us?
It's always you on my screen when I'm tryna get off
That self-love, double entendre
I'm the goat, I'm fucking a pornstar
One night and I'm in love with a monster, fuck
I digress, you see, bitches'll do that
Fuck with your focus, but nigga put on your durag
We came through hell, boy you running through the Gulag
Bad guy, how he survive without a luga?
Questions, questions, people are asking nigga (nigga what?)
State your mission, where is you heading nigga? (Where you at?)
Earth to- do you know where the earth is nigga? (Do you know?)
How you gon' sell the things you birthing nigga? (Why you do that?)
Can't you see that your vision is blurry nigga? (Can't you see?)
Can't you chill, I mean, what's the hurry nigga? (Why you running though?)
Rich kids, but really, why is you hungry nigga? (You want chop?)
The stars shall align, why is you worried nigga? (Oh shit)
Maybe I should sing these words
Cross my Ts, probably modify these verbs
Dot my Is, You know what? I'll scrap this verse
Then I could pacify these gods, mesmerize this judge like
My lord, he is not even human, he does not sing all he does is rap
Objection my lord
What you gon' do when I act a fool?
What you gon' do, say it's afternoon, after two
Suns up and a nigga just passing through
Like gimme them shoes, I ain't asking you huh (gimme them shoes nigga, oh shit)
What you gon' do nigga?
Nobody gives a fuck what you're going through nigga
Fly if you want, nobody's holding you nigga
We gunning, we running, my homies on the move nigga
Butt naked and villains with trucks tinted, I'm venomous I spit it, I saw what is not pleasant
The Flow Wizard is out for y'all wanna-be rappers, and actors that act like y'all wanna be rappers
Fo shizzle I'm even spitting, like Evel Knievel, giving these people a sequel