So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty having me
Then he told the 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 $$#es
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 not 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