[Acumental]

Call me the gun jumper, the young wonder

Chum scrubber, the fun loving rug muncher out to one-up ya

Bum rusher, the sand bagger

The gut buster, the gan packer

The ham handed mad hatter

With his pants saggin'

Ransack your residence

For stacks of Benjamins

And dash in a black Lancer

I'm Dan Rather

Clap trap crash lander

Get high and diddle-a-ho

You can ask Flanders

Or Ann Landers

I'm ass backwards

Make an infantile rapper

Shit his damn Pampers

The card shuffler

I play the field

Gerard Butler

Spark nugget then make a drink at the bar and chug it

The word scribbler, bird flipper

I'm Dirk Diggler

A skirt lifting perv with a firm member

The interloper rippin' open manila folders

I'm still a soldier

My shit is dope if you didn't notice

The eavesdropper, teeth stomper

Leavin' MCs clobbered

Livin' in complete squalor

Beef squasher, cheap shot to your ding donger

Eat blotter by the sheet and find the street walker

B-bopper, squeeze double D knockers

E popper, pullin' strings like a Sting concert

Speech monger, king conqueror

Deep thoughts occur, graduating with the dean's honor

Clean clocker, the clot cleaner, the plot schemer

You can't see me, I'm John Cena

The finger-banger, tinker tailor, I seek the paper

Creep and caper through your street and wake the sleepin' neighbors

A freak of nature, cap twister

The mad trickster in the alley

Better watch your back mister

I slam sizurp, ass pincher, snap pictures

If P-Squares be the clan, I'm the grand wizard

No racial, I'm so tasteful

Smokin' like Joe Frazier wasted with a coke nasal

Old Faithful, bowl scraper, blow vapor

We bring Chicago to LA, Bulls Lakers

The shady fibber, A lady getter naked with the babysitter

Yo I smash the kitty like I'm Jason Ritter

Alternative comic, surly methodic, absurd and iconic

Now ladies and gents, Terminal Knowledge

[Terminal Knowledge]

The rain maker, wave breaker, crank yanker

Pain steaker, blaze dank herb

Nowadays there's no heart in this art

Just pacemakers, race baiters

Bank paid slave traders

Play favorites and chase papers

Place wagers, you can bet

I'm one heck of a game changer

Safe haven to grave danger

Faith based cake bakers

Say grace you dang fakers

The pampered suburban, pandering merchant

A blathering jerk that you have at his nerve's end

Look closer, the caster of curses

Channel animal urges

Foot soldiers of the fascist coercion

An infatuate person, romantic as a Latin verb is

Acu and Term been had it wrapped like a turban

I've had it y'all, finna grab my balls

Snort some Adderall and fall flat like a catch for the mer-man

Stop hatin', grew pot in my Mom's basement

No I'm not gangster, but I'm so Tom Hagan

Go figure, the blow sniffer, nose picker

Gold bricker, toe tipper, goal kicker

Had enough, I'm so sick of it

I try to call their bluff but they don't pick up

No answer, The Righteous Brother

Pipe puffer with throat cancer

Michael Douglas

Consult your doctor, code of honor

Cold lager and a bowl of molten lava

Finna bullet dodger

No it's not the Matrix

Clones and doppelgangers

Love movement, lickin' the boot of a dominatrix

The sub-human, cud chewing, spun doofus

Last screw to come loose, an obtuse prick

I make the swish sweeter with reefer

Big leaguer, pitch heaters

Grin like a shit eater, skin deep

Glitch like a pinwheel

P-Squares attached at the hip, beeper

If it's out of my hands, then it's not in yours either

Sword wielder, blood sport, score keeper

Gunnin' the Ford T-Bird with the blunt torched

I come forth in worn sneakers and a torn T-shirt

Do some more research before speakin'

I work all week then fall asleep all weekend

Count sheep, bong chiefin' as the song peaks

I was spawned beneath the wrong reasons and a false pretense