Kon Queso

Give it a sec for the pain to start

This wreck right here, it ain't for the faint of heart

They thought they saw the worst verse

From the team of G men who seem like nerds at first

Once they get to know us, people dig us

Leaders in the fight for equal rights for ****

Inventor of the more dementeder a flow, no bout a-doubt it

This go for if you're 'bout 'bout it or rowdy-rowdy

Whatever's clever the master fold

Who every hooker heard of, but now ho know

If we see tomorrow, the next day classes

The villain in the back with the x-ray glasses

Have no fear, the ninja here

Feel 'em like the tinge in your ear from drinkin' ginger beer

When it's on, loco head gon' lay low

And heat it like beef patty coco bread con queso

If you say so, lace the whole caseload

They say he wear a metal mask in case his face show

He told 'em they flows is bitch talk and ay yo's

His whole crew walk with pitchfork and halos

Say "Ho!" if you never worked a J-O

And keep more cash in the stash than a peso

Okay, yo, y'all know who to follow

Tie 'em up in the crib and leave they place hollow

Oh, shoot, the goose is loose

It's so wild you couldn't chase it down with straight fruit juice

Frown like the first time you taste couscous

Stash the deuce-deuce, troops askin', "Truce, truce"

Today on intense wreck week

We have the super villain in his own defense to speak

It's all part of my mental techniques

Available to freaks and pencil-neck geeks

Train the same brain to an insane train of thought

On a campaign trail, he came to gain your support

Charge cash for an autograph

Say some shit to make your daughter laugh then slaughter they ass

See 'em on the big screen like Steve McQueen

Do something and never be back once he leave the scene

Keep more medicated pads than Stridex

For his own side wreck with no known side effects

Before you press charges, use your noodle

So what, when he grab the mic, he crushed a few cuticles?

Keep your mouth shut, everything will be beautiful

It would be awfully rude of you, now get back to your hootie-hoo

Damn it, it ain't worth the drama, can it

From the calm bandit eat rhymers like pomegranate

Soon as he stepped in, he lit the room

Boom, reschedule my noon with Brit Hume

(Doom) In love with Mary Jane, she's my main thing

Pulled her right from that web head, what a lame brain

Maintain and say it, don't spray it

You wanna see your girl again, you might as well pay it

If I had a dime for every rhymer that bust guns

I'd have a cool mill for my sons in trust funds

When I was broker than a broke-dick dog

I always kept an L to smoke in thick fog

When it rain, it sure to thunderstorm

I got more rhymes in the summer than musty underarms

One, two, microphone checker

First learned to neck off a Home Ec' home wrecker

This was back when he was like crib age

When he hit the stage, it's like a gauge to the rib cage

Break the mic like a rock star break a guitar

And jump off the stage like "Yee-haw!"