I Can't Believe It's Not Jesus

(アルバム： B-Sides & Rarities Vol.1 [2008-2012] - 2012)

Mic check one-two
Arrogant elegant gentleman it's apparent
A veteran kicking rhymes but not American
Here and you might rock
So splendid and intelligent
Control my temperament steadily
As I readily destroy
Everybody was sloppy or trying to challenge me
Copy
My staff will probably be molly whopping the rocky
Cause my rappings extravagant

Yeah, I'm baffling you fags
Spit skill so far
You rapping out your ass
Fucking dildo bars
Don't travel without Rav
Man I will go far
And I kill of course, illest bars, skits so raw
Schizo wild, man that schizo loud
Represent jitter gang
Yeah, spit so proud
Spit so smart till your head goes blow
Your friends go aw, girlfriend goes down
Wait, great minds think alike
Wait, I don't think
That we think not a bit alike
Which means that y'all are not great minds
No fresh bars, just write fake rhymes
I'm sublime
Find me with the best hoe
Being first to the crime
Then I will be on death row
What a corny line
That was just to test y'all
It's funny how that rhyme
Was better than your best though
Yes, yes, y'all, bars exponential
Dope rapper graduate, check the credentials
No don't exaggerate, prep for the threshold
Y'all mentally sub-average and that's how you're special
Yeah fuck it
Fuck, fuck, fuck it
Rav comes through, he's the top hot topic
Rock like a mosh pit, no Glock in my pocket
But still, I'mma pop
Take shots, large rockets
Gosh, Rav why you go so hard
With them low cold bars like a flow go-cart
No more smartass rappers want to battle
I'm hazardous to handle cause I'm oh so sharp
I'm a splendid dude, sick art, man I'm mad
If I've offended you, slit arteries fast
Yeah, it's R to the AV
With a Glock on the AV
Shooting cops in the ass
Spit bars till I pass
I'mma bury you here
I'm back in the shooter
You're inferior, it's clear
I'mma blast bullets through you
You so scared, I have no fear
You know Rav's on that cool shit
Like, yeah, we were there
And Ash is a loser
Yeah, it's R to the AV
And I'm armed with a MAC
You best start walking back
If you ain't part of the pack
Talk shit and find an infrared dot on your back
Sensations of pills in my Klonopin pack
Yeah, pop bring it back
Rav is in the house
Make some iced tea and pass it all around
I don't drink alcohol, but y'all drink alcohol
Sneak behind the bar, spike y'all with Tylenol
Mass suicide, I laugh while you die, yeah hoe
Rav is so wild, that no surprise, best know
Grab me some mice, pass me the rice, yellow
Thousand people die, but that won't suffice, hell no