Shaky start there Jono...anyways to business:
You just got a taste of what my rhymes can do,
you think you're cool, man, I'm a pimped out Jew:
This is a lyrical hurricane,
by the time I'm done with you,
you'll be insane,
your awe will be nothing to your pain,
and I do this for the common good and not for gain
and I'll take your final remains,
leave them outside to rot when it rains,
and I've got your mom tied to my bed moaning in chains.
I deep-throated her 'till her throat was rough,
but she still couldn't get enough
she likes food sex and all that stuff,
and she screamed so load I needed an earmuff.
Jono you cant measure up to me
I'm a god, I transcend reality,
while you're a barbarian humping a tree,
while I get your mom offereing herself for free
if your rhymes were fire, mine were angel dust
mine will stay forever, while yours will combust.