[Tony]

Yo, it's Jones!

I'm spitting rhymes like Paul McCartney

Living in a small apartment, oligarchy

No carbon copy, I'm original and free

Sipping Starbucks coffee, thinking 'bout my startup's cost me

It's an Arm and a leg, like Ronda Rousey

But I ain't afraid to be kinda mouthy

I'm a mouthpiece, flaunt it proudly

Blonde and bouncy, from Orange County

I used to work for McDonald's hourly

But now I'm on top, they can't outdo me

They serve salad leaves, but I'm a carnivore, you see

I'm not a rotten person, I'm a bottom feeder

Congress leader, awesome speaker

At Boston Coliseum, with Sigourney Weaver

Performing theatre, morning feature

Horny beaver, on a corny t-shirt

My sneakers are torn up like California reefer

But I'm still colt like Coby Fleener

Old receiver, with a broken femur

But I keep on going, like Alikizam on a catamaran

Blasting car tunes, like Yosemite Sam

Manager Dan, a Lannister fan

I'm a gambling man, with a battering ram

Ready for Armageddon, my karma won't get me

Dharma and Greggin, my momma's begging

Ronald Reagan, John Legend

Pentecostal, with a phlegm-up nostril

Send a boxful, and rent a hostel

Blow darts, Noah's arc, go-kart

So smart, I could choke Bart

But I won't start, I'll make a flowchart

Even if we've grown apart, I won't need a crowbar

My rhymes are dope art, like a masterpiece

I won't stop, 'til I've got the entire scene deceased

I'm the freestyle rap king, I'll reign supreme

My words cut like blow darts, my flow's a dream

Now, how do you see that Misterr Mo, you need more?