Master Artist

Intro:

Great minds have sought to explain these things, and in the great museums of the world, hang the work of the master artists of another age, giving new testimony, to the horrors of sorcery and witchcraft

Yeah, hahahaha, ahahahaha! That rap shit, no politics, spark that clone factory plagiarism! Mad smoke comin' out, FDR shit, yo, yeah

Verse:

Yo, I shouldn't spit like this at my age (Um?)
I guess it's mental
Progresso, coke nostrils, on the Red Bull (Wahh)
Tinfoil EPs co-signed by Reynolds (Peace)
Depressed school shooter, the way I bring the gun out the temple (What?)
Three years after I was tendo (what?), I'm on the ten dose
Trippin' at family dinners (woah), laughin' at the land dudes (Hahahaha!)
Creep on the third floor (Word)
Razor burned turned sores (Sores)
I live under a third rock (Rock)
Aardvark in the dirt shore (In the dirt shore)
Blue faced off of a Smurf spore
Scrape the popscreen after one o' my verses (word), it's worth more
Gassed, I fuel the cult, I'm a Shell station
16 bars in the shell casin', the felt flamin'
Hell patient, pale fragrance
The sheets I used to sell the teens could melt brazies
King Weirdo the goblet is two cups of my shooters
Electric Semi down the block, to get two blunts (Come on, fuck)
Come back dusted the fuck out, then shoot the room up
- Gun shots: Woah man, yo, what the fuck? Woah, woah, woah, yo, man, what the fuck?
I'm the nicest guy you don't gotta ask what I'm on
Got a smile like Bundy at the Cabanas, with the fake cast on his arm (Hey, what's up?)
The neighbors gasped when they saw
Feds wheelbarrelin' cadavers from out the back of my yard
Ghoulies and Critters
Rappers climbin' out my ooze like hippies
Comin' out imported sitters
Clippin' my wingman, like Himmler

Outro:

They can't hear me, I'll take you back to hear me, by Promise, by Saturnus, by Chernidos?