RapMan

Meanwhile, back at the rap cave!
Jumping gee willickers Rap Man
You're never gonna believe it!
What seems to be the problem
My rap tastic companion?
I just found out there's a bunch of wack ass
No talent having, swear they
Can rap, 40-something, should've got
A job, still living with their parents
So wack they couldn't even get the whole
15 minutes of fame
Only got 2 minutes perpetrating
Bitch ass motherfuckers out
There on the scene trying to make music!
Oh my god! (I know)
Rapman will not stand for this! (Go get 'em)
To the booth!

Uh, now let me hop up in the rap-mobile
Get so much pussy in the back
They should call it the cat-mobile
Everybody's worried about a deal
But I keep it real
Fucking around and I hit you in the crown
With an inevitable sound that's
Spreading through your town
Hold up! Gee willickers Rap Man
I don't think they comprehend or
Can begin to even understand
We don't fight crime, we fight whack
Rhymes, one song at a time, line after line
Hold up, motherfucker I'm 'bout to roll up
Pull out the hammer on a
Bamma leave 'em tore up (Oh my god)
Yeah, you talk, but can you walk? Let's see
You put the dough up (Cha ching)
Rhymes I throw up, a little nasty bastard
(Yugh) people hating on a brother just
Cause I mastered the flow
Like Jedi, bet I, murder it
Before you heard of it
Bitches I'm merking it
Go berserk in the club
While honeys twerkin' it
Haters talking shit where they ain't no time
For this, you know I'm bombing this
The flow is ominous second I'm rhyming this
Sound like a dominous (Ching)
All the people that was
Hatin' in the beginning
Know that I'm winning
Let me slip through your fingers
And now your spinning
You can check the Polaroid pictures
'cause bitches I'm grinning, i got it
Treat the game like a honey
I had to get inside it visionary and Logic
Is like two planets collided
I'm a lyrical miracle, matter fact a paradox
On stage while my DJ
Scratching like chicken pox
Never put me in your box
If your shit eats tapes
I'm not bitin', only quoting
One of the greats, now
The radio got me feeling disgusted
Punch you in the snot-box 'til
Your brain concussed it
Women they lust it, when they guts get busted
Rip it up and thrust it, I'm the best
Trust it

Oh my god! Rap Man, what have you done?!
Why, whatever do you mean, Rap Boy?
Not only did you kill all the whack rappers
But my favorite ones as well!
What were you thinking?!
Well I just had to show
These motherfuckers who's in charge
What, by obliterating them?!
Well how else was I supposed to let them
Know who's really running shit around here?
(No) no, no, you're out of control
You're drunk with power!

Yo, let me get it, you know that I
Did it, my flow is outta this world
Like the alien that spit acidic
Middle finger to the critics and
As fresh as a
Fitted, soon as a bet, get the honeys wet
Never upset when I catch wreck
Like Bobba Fett down to collect
Does it even register that I
Ain't taken a breath yet?
Oh my god! Oh my god!
West Deer Park done raised the rap god
Maryland I'm reppin' it
Dare ya to step in it
None others iller for realer the
Killer slash drug dealer
I get bitches erotic by slinging
Dick like a narcotic, you want it
I brought it, hit the club
And get the party started, yeah
The flows never ending, always ascending
While apprehending anybody who's
Partially comprehending feeling limitless
Quickly swallow the pill and enhance
With the killer stance
Swallow the mic like a Neverland
All up in yo' bitch's pants
The second we dance I advance
At first glance go together
Like lettuce and ranch a born winner
Schooling MC's like Principal Skinner
How I murder a kill-able
Syllable's are no beginner
Feeling high style running through your
Stomach like hot bowel
I'm the only human being'll
Perfectly rap this so I'm coming for ya head
Like John the Baptist, is this
This is the rapture, no camera can capture
Annihilating anybody that's violating
By hating i spit hotter than Satan
When he was migrating from heaven to hell
Step to the mic and I shall prevail
Finna blow your whole mind
Soon as time avail, what

Haduken!
You have interfered with our affairs
For the last time logic
Sinatra