I wanna fly high like a bird with the runs
So I can shit on tight-asses, that can’t keep up with my puns
When flow gets deep, I tend to smile and grin
Sea-ing monsters stand on land, I control Leviathan
Using techniques, like Christ healing the blind
Rub my spittle with mud, make Mavrick Tablets from the mind
Like when you stand in the Sun, showing your shade
Becoming a poor reflection of Light, just by the way you behave
So see my pinky, see my thumb
Now measure the space across your face, left-right eye distance is the sum
Some say I give them useless facts
So when they say some stupid shit, I hit them with some useful smacks
I swing swords with sharp verb-edged words
Even drunk and somewhat slurred, my blurb swerves missing the absurd
No hidden elephants inside my trunk
Ain’t No Fakin Where’s The Funk...
Raised Tales
I Tell
Reveal
The Real
when Dealing With The Skunk...