Badness of Madness

Ay yo
 I don't remember what the fuck
 But yo
 I said, I'm nicer than the good Samaritan
 I make it rain, no wax but like a tribal African
 Got a call from my tall Spanish friend (ooh)
 Rugburn city, and now my knees need bandagin'
 Nah, the smoke's not loud, it's obnoxious
 I spit cyber-hot shit to fry your fiber-optics
 Watch this magic trick, quickly cut this bitch in half
 Then walk off colder than a winter draft
 Ask Mulder and Scully, Deck's style, X-File
 Extra-terrestrial, wow
 Alien flow, cooler, Super-Saiyan blow
 Rebel of mighty Wu Clan
 Handin' out ass-whippins on a group plan
 So call me Mr. CZARFACE
 More action than the fight scene, the shootout and the car chase
 Spoken word on 'em, right?
 Villain gone haywire
 Hey liar, don't cry wolf, say fire
 Pray higher, old guy'll stay by ya
 The outcome cost more than what you paid prior
 Turbulence from circumstance
 Quite perceptive, do his dance moment he turned and glanced
 It's worth a thousand words, cowards die a thousand deaths
 Don't stress you'll pay up with a pound of flesh
 Now the test like cops barged in and found the mess
 Outcome critical, lay down in the ground and rest
 Wake up in a million years, still here with his Villain peers
 Hittin' gears for another pill and beers
 Me and Jorjito crack a joke and still in tears
 (Hahahahaha) Guess God is a comedian
 While the poor get devoured in the jaws of greedy men
 Whose daughter's out dancin' to techno and BDM
 Sell soul? Heck no, sucker, 'til we meet again
 Saga of the Villain, brand new chapters
 Do amass new billions, barf krill on masses and rose-gold pavilions
 Rare form of integrity, oughta draw gazillions
 All in they feelin's, hatin' gets you nowhere
 Go home, practice one-two checks, oh yeah
 Word
 Okay alright yo, you brought a knife to a gunfight
 Yeah well I would do that and stab the shooter, broad sunlight
 Tadada, I'm back in rehab, no secrecy
 I'm seekin' treatment for beatin' MCs repeatedly
 You petty locals, made for soft shit like Kenny Chesney vocals
 Mine are more like Reggie Noble's
 Yeah, I'm up in this bitch with Fonzarelli
 Leave MCs ate, Eazy, no Compton deli
 Bold warrior like Chris Mullin
 I'ma do a heel turn and kick your fuckin' skull in
 And walk away spittin' poetry like Countee Cullen
 I'm the one true king of this one-two thing
 The way I kick bars and darts
 You'd think I mixed Marshall's art with mixed martial arts