Timothy McVeigh - Intellectual

[Termanology]

I put grams in a bag, give em to the fiends

Make it rain, make it flood, New Orleans

My money dirty, but you know my whip clean

It's 'Ology and Wais P the new Isleys

Watch your wifey, I'm so icy

She just might be, trying to Skype me, and excite me

Ain't a nigga like me, I put bullets where the vice be

Put poison in your ice tea, yo

Imagine the cabbage I get when I go in and spit

I choke a label rep and break his neck for the rep

Put it on tape cassette, DVD, Blu-Ray

We in a new age, computers and bootlegs

But it's still shooters who move eggs

True heads blow feds do ten legs, home on parole kids

I do my whole bid, my nuts swollen

My right hand frozen from a cold pen

I look at my enemies, like I look at Kennedys

They all dead, warheads, bush overseas

I roll through the block in a motherfucking tank

For heavens sake, give up, guess I'm late

The mass murderer, words in a verse make it worse

Snatch a purse, slap a nurse in a baptist church

My heart with god, mind with money

Crime and honeys, I'm high as the highest Cudi

I'm Nicholas Cage, I live in a rage

I should be put in a cage, for spitting the gauge

I'm fitting a play, fixing the game

I'm President Nixon in present day, call me a reverend, hey!

Put the gifts in my sleigh, I buy niggas by the beday

Screaming it's my birthday

Kill you are your worst day, put your babies in the nursery

Can't fuck with Wais P and Termanology!

Ripping tubes in my living room, it's almost noon

Banging an Eminem tune about taking mushrooms

I grab a can of spray paint, tag it up for Nanna

It says recipes, Grandma now I'ma finish you Santa

You coming down the chimney I get my Timothy McVeigh on

Spray a bomb like it's Hiroshima

I say it crystal clear, I near the man in the mirror

Prepare for glory my story is gory like a killer