Preaching to the Choir

HOOK:
Patience is down to the wire, I'm just preaching to the choir
Only reason this beat is so complete, cuz I set this bitch on fire
Working with me requires
You to set your standards higher
I know that most won't, most gonna boast, then gonna go ghost
This ain't no fuckin' joke
(X2)

VERSE 1:
It bugs me when someone get a little buzz and need them ego strokes
What I really think that you need is your knees blown out and your weak throat choked
Y'all are too gassed up, it's time a give you the smoke, you get flamed by this foe if you get too close
My prose impose from coast to coast, I'm alone in my zone cuz I set the tone
Too many motherfuckers tryin' to duplicate a vibe, so I am attacking the clones
Goddamn, my mentally handicapped aunt writes more intelligent notes
Than all these retarded fuckin' rappers that wanna call themselves pros
This is including some of the amateurs that I am ashamed to know
I digress, I try my best to stay humble, but it is a struggle, when another man your respect suddenly becomes a motherfuckin' sucker
Like a dum dum, I will never succumb to the mumble, no one is ready to rumble with a hustling mongrel who's temper smacks like Dikembe Mutombo
I stir the pot, but I ain't making gumbo, I listen close, but I ain't dumbo
Far as I'm concerned I'm surrounded by gums that be bumpin' mumbo jumbo
I'm just keepin' it a hundo, these rappers are shit, I'm coming to plunge those, so disgruntled, I go Solomon Grundy on you cunts until the sun done froze

HOOK:
Patience is down to the wire, I'm just preaching to the choir
Only reason this beat is so complete, cuz I set this bitch on fire
Working with me requires
You to set your standards higher
I know that most won't, most gonna boast, then gonna go ghost
This ain't no fuckin' joke
(X2)

VERSE 2:
You can always count on me to cook
Because I come from Cook County
Sounds be the foulest
Anti- clout-chasing cowards
So underground but my prowess towers
Always time for a massacre, there goes the spaz alert
Stay blasting the classless ratchets, the herpes magnets, the ones that need penicillin and a package of catheters
You can't handle half the hurt
You ain't jack next to this stacked rapping jerk
Motherfuckin' other up-and-comers infest every sector like insects
Give me a sec, let me get some ethylene glycol, ammonia, and Windex
Y'all are intellectually celibete, I'm makin' relevant intelligence, and resurrecting respect
UHH
I'm open to criticism, but some of your criticism don't fucking matter
Cuz you ain't my level of lyricism, let me let you in on a little wisdom
Who is the definitioin of synergism?
NASTY
Who don't need an intermission?
NASTY
Who's got the inner vision?
NASTY
And who's got precision to eviscerate with one incision
STANK TO THE (record scratch) NASTY

HOOK:
Patience is down to the wire, I'm just preaching to the choir
Only reason this beat is so complete, cuz I set this bitch on fire
Working with me requires
You to set your standards higher
I know that most won't, most gonna boast, then gonna go ghost
This ain't no fuckin' joke
(X2)

OUTRO:
STANK TO THE (record scratch) NASTY
(X9)