Effed Up

Please! Relax! Cause everything is fine
 Don't freak out (or we will judge?) your mind
 We are here to stimulate the rhyme
 Please! Relax! Cause everything is fine
 Y'all all fall appalled and mauled - never stalled
 On and on beyond songs peons long to bring on
 Long winded aboard entering our yard
 Y'all all look small and frivolous
 Damn near nonexistent at all
 All your songs belong in a
 Porcelain pond (underneath me?)
 Pom! Pom!
 What're we on? Some other beyond
 The champions
 Rugged and strong we gunning for y'all
 Comin' evolved youngin'
 Awesome with no flaws in it
 Sar-stunned (and a long-winded this?)
 The authentic, raw vintage
 Take my temperature hot into the dark
 Up into the art the thick and hard senses performer
 Omnipotent (law?) penmanship (partalker?) for this shit
 Lost up in the (gaunt authentic ship?)
 George would do when he was bit in the
 August (fought like a dog that was a tom?) and
 All the militant diligent (innocents?) involved
 Extending my sentiment synonyms
 Getting it from the wrong lyricists
 I'm killing the ignorants I'm giving you more
 To fear and I'm delivering venom right into your paws
 The father of funk with the heir apparent
 I'm the Godson of the funk ain't nobody parallelin'
 I'm a ball of sweet sticky chunk like a caramel and
 So saucy of the skunk - Cheech Marinera
 Y'all ca't be serious, I'm a top ten lyricist
 Tip-top of the pyramids, y'all down with the villagers
 Don't sass your superior, shit runs downhill
 I'm highly decorated, y'all decorate interiors
 Apparently y'all ain't get the memo
 So let me very clearly illustrate the penalty
 For insultin' the sultan of funk and function
 I'm hostin' a function I don't let you bums in
 Posted I'm (drunk in my palms?) with the drums in
 Don't know my lines I just know when to come in
 Y'all obviously don't have the type of following it requires to dominate this properly
 By now I got a monopoly
 This is a place of peace and privacy
 I'm a monk of the funk, this is my monastery
 Peace, relax, cause everything is fine
 First - cut the drama
 One thing you don't want's some whinin' mama
 I'mma warn you not to take this any farther
 Unless you wanna bear and witness to the trauma
 Inflicted by the obit authors
 Ask the doctors
 Stressing it can lead to smoking Camels cigarettes unfiltered to the coffin
 My advice, stop your jaw from moving
 Stop the java
 Try a little lavender, kava kava, marijuana
 This'll be your prescription
 Play it for your pharmacist and switch your addiction
 Whatever it takes to get you calm or be funky
 I go all war on you and start to bomb you
 Give up the mic, become a farmer
 The way you're on my dick, thought you could be a snake charmer
 But I only play for the team that go for bombshells, pal
 And in addition to rocking this mike I'm an MC embalmer
 The working hands are calm and arms longer
 That's what I strangle you with, mangle your neck
 Dangerous, with the one-two check
 I think you'd better respect this psycho's veteran sweat
 When you start spittin' your best to clear the stage and your desk
 We mopping all of your mess with the cleanness and freshness
 Lyricism suggested as a method for resuscitation
 All across the nation, play us if you're losing patience