So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty

Having me daily total people

You can call me Your Majesty

Keep your battery charged

You know it won't stick, yo

And it's not his fault you kick slow



Should've let your trick 'ho chick hold your sick glow

Plus nobody couldn't do nothin' once he let the brick go

And you know I know that's a bunch of snow

The beat is so butter

Peep the slow cutter



As he utters the calm flow

Don't talk about my moms, yo

Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow

And vice versa

Whip up a slice of nice verse pie

Hit it on the first try

Villain: The Worst Guy



Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses

Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses

And he won't stop 'till he got the masses

An' show 'em what they know now through flows of hot molasses



Do it like a robot to headspin to boogaloo

Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo

It's ugly, like look at you! It's a damn shame

Just remember All Caps when you spell the man name



And you know it like a poet, like baby doll

I bet she tried to say she gave me her all, she played ball

All bets off! The Villain got the dice rigged

And they say he accosted the man with the sliced wig



Allegedly; the investigation is still ongoing

In this pesky inition he gots the best con flowin'

The pot doubles, now they really got troubles

Madman never go *pop*!, like snot bubbles