Suplexes Inside of Complexes and Duplexes

This is madness
This is an outrage
As a matter of fact this is outrageous

Yeah young sire slap the f*ck out Jon Cryer
Rough rider raw bust inside a vagina
Like I want kids my head continues to be haunted
I burn a city down while Im unconscious baby go on
Take some quaaludes conversate with Jesus
Batting practice with the motherf*cking ghost of Babe Ruth
Do as a saint do turn painful to graceful
Devil on my trails Im trying to find the Holy Grail
*Coughing* Right there
And if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target
Then I dont know why I even started
Im sick of being too nice to people who dont do sh*t but consume light
Told myself 'F*ck the world kid just do what you like'
Go and have a food fight start yourself a new life
Youre too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity
But all those big words aint gonna get you paid
And those abstract ideas for sure wont get you laid
You got it made in that mad house
What the f*ck you got to be sad about Go ahead and rap now
Do what you do best I mean
Thats what you do best matter fact motherf *cker
You suit vest you need to buy a new dress
I heard you and your girl live in a duplex
Ima put her ass in a Suplex the sun east the moon west
You got a clue what does a clue get
Nothing

My milk and honey my chérie-chérie amore
My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway
Her ruby slipper made the wizard send the scarecrow
And the lion through the forest
To the wicked witchs fortress where she scorched them in the foreplay
Remember that He said hed fight the box to see the wizard
When he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard
Now the whole worlds in color still
How Auntie Em was next of kin and not her mother
Real her face was care-worn
I suspected she migrated to Kansas up from Dearborn
And had beef with Mrs Gulch since the very beginning of Year One
Mr Candyman the parables parabolic
The poetrys like the poems and songs of Ecclesiastes
Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet
The Judge will bang the wood up in parliament with the mallet
And yell 'Hear hear' finally some order to this rap sh*t
Finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips
I keep my sh*t crispy and elegant
So miss me with the irrelevant the god body is heaven-sent
The hard-body is reverence since the son of Byford
Brother of Fal every rhymes halal
Every line is kosher livin la vida loca
Shout out to Tony Toca we livin how we supposed to