 The beat won't fail me with more rhymes than times he washed his hands and feet daily. And all that kerosene ain't cheap. Villain been deep since the teenage creep. Peep. He always was a gentleman and kept a pen and a pencil in his mental den. Right there next to where the Rolodex was before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus. He don't know his own strength when he's on the bonus like the microphone's length and width. Ain't it funky like dingy socks? Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzibox.