I put some thought in this next one, you get reassembled then torn,Gonna revert your thoughts, prepare to be a newbornToday is a lesson on the meaning of life,Where one man tells another that he slept with his wife.It's a slap in the face, when you realize your fate.That in no day will you ever be regarded as great.You get put to pasture, no statue built, no facade of alabaster.They describe my lyrics a la blaster, because of what I've masteredCan in no way shape or form be redone, a genius caster.To you it seems as though as if by magician,But tell you this I'm a statistician, Or rather a rapper physician,My diagnosis: stupidity like cancer coming out of remission,Brain's vital digits are pissing to the wind and missin'.You remind me much of a pestulant moth,Flying around a light in continual loss.Let's face it you stink, you end up like my lugies down a sink,Without chink, my armor shrugs you off, I am King.Here's the secret,I'm gonna help you a take peek at it.Like religion you need blind faith so give me a minute.Such as God what I say is scribed, further yet written in stone, Hint: Concerning rap it's best if you leave it alone.