[Intro:]

Luke 6:26

[Verse:]

I’m the upper echelon

Parallel to the cartel who’ve done better than anyone

Banging on the door like

Let me in the oven’s on

My degree’s to the umpteenth

Burn these buns

Bums

“Look at me

Earn these pennies mum!”

“Son,” says your mother

“Understand, you’re just an udder

All the others come and milk you for your silk

What you’ve built, till your voice is thru

Hoisting you, used, up for pay per view.”

Sway in the wind of popular whim

Booty juice!

I say it three times

“I’m better than you, wetter than you, inherently inerrant”

Like I need it proved

Braggin' in a loop-dee-loop

Gimmick is a cocky ‘tude

Confidence a niche cliche

Come feed me some words to say

Run me lines I can rephrase

Skin a cat ten thousand ways

Still be busting dusty, rusted, rehashed bluster

Trussed up right over the dumpster

Cause even the best go 270 of west

And when your harness snaps

Guess who gonna be next?