"Professor Booty's Travelling Medicine Show" Featuring the talents of the Doktor Manhattan and the incomparable Mad Sheep beat by The Doc's a doctor and the Sheep's a specialist I specialize in the freshest of embellishments My lyrics flow from west to east: they hella mint Don't even push atomic weight like elements Test the technician, you'll be wishin' you was aborted Your portion of pie must be petitioned to be awarded The beat extortionist, the rhyme contortionist I bend my tongue into new dialects: lingual coercionist My version is X dot 0 and the next hot ho Who try to vex Otto will get the hex auto- matically, the Sheep rhymes emphatically I'm glad to be battling MCs to the phat degree That you can't grab on these, gravity holds you down Depravity describes your sound, cavities are found In your grill, so chill with that rabbit in your blood, chump Give you one chance to run, but if you feelin' froggy, jump Jump Up, Jump Up, if you down with the kings Sit Down, Sit Down, if you ain't up on things Shake It, Shake It, if the booty ain't movin' Move It, Move It, keep it shakin' and groovin' Rated strictly on cheese, I'm worth a dozen MCs You keep yours in gold chains, I'll keep mine in CDs Because these bad times now won't be the worst you see I'm like MTV News, you heard it first from me When the last days come I'll be chillin' in the dark Writin' rhymes by candlelight with a fifth of Maker's Mark The last of the white hot microphone controllers You try to bite on me you find my knuckles near your molars Fightin' like Iron Mike slippin' off the Zoloft I just might start killin' y'all when I go off Not killin' literally, I kill linguistical Beats to rock you bodily, words rock metaphysical Kid, you're disingenuous, I dis you, I'm ingenious Often eat at Big Boy, it's the freshest and the cleanest Casting out suckas like I'm casting a flyreel So fresh, you asking yourself, is this guy real? Jump Up, Jump Up, if you down with the kings Sit Down, Sit Down, if you ain't up on things Shake It, Shake It, if the booty ain't movin' Move It, Move It, keep it shakin' and groovin' Yo, why does ignorance evoke silence? And why do you meet violence with violence? What's with the reciprocity of this atrocity? Why, in your rhymes, is there paucity of ferocity? You got voracity, but your vocals are quivery There's no velocity in your speedy delivery So what you rhyme fast? What's that without direction? Your tape got ejected, now Council's the selection If it itches, scratch it. You got a hundred? I match it Fake players can't take the heat. The fever? catch it Like Ash and them. Checks? I'm cashing them... If your crew pops up, like whack-a-mole, I'm bashing them I fashion rhymes from myriad dialects The way I do mine, known as the Lyrical Architect My s---'s my own business and my business is the s--- Chiasmus for that ass, and that's all I done writ.
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