Jeopardy

I'm finna bang this bitch the fuck out. You better, you might wanna record otherwise you Finna look at history being made. This motherfucker put a mirror on the goddamn Screen. Let's go, LP. Huh? Champ, what we gonna do, Mick? I'm up at midnight, I'm dippin' off in my Nizz Ikes. A gun and a metal piz-ike, And this life is to my rizz ike. I'm lurkin', servin' out pussies, you lack a Purpose. I got 'em filled up with Frizzike, Like Miz ike, get you a rizz ike. I'm lookin', lurkin' on bitches twerkin' for Service. The bitch is baggin' some burger, I'm yellin', screamin', and cursin'. I'm puttin' pistols in faces at random places. Like, bitch, give it up or stand adjacent to Satan. Huh, bad man chillin', the villains is here. No Jesus is here, I hear the demons in My ear. And I want it, I need to See it, I take it. Never fakin', wrap you Motherfuckers up, leave you naked. The Jewel Runners, top tag team for two summers. Live and let live, fuck you cuz, 'cause that's A fool runner. I'm walkin', totin' on two llamas. You niggas ass and trash to trash, Fuck it, I'm too honest. So fuck you fuckboys forever, hope I said it Politely. And that's about the psyche of Jamie and Mikey. You need another pair better? Highly unlikely. And if I can't rap it, maggot, fuck then Fight me. I live for the thrill of the Kill, yes, it excites me. You know your favorite rap ain't shit, and me, I might be the closest representation to God you Might see. Pay honors like your mama, Young sonner, and take a right knee. The passion of Pac, the depth of Nas, Circa '93. Match the mind of Brad Jordan and Chuck D, and find me. I speak with the diction of Malcolm, Say a bun B. Prevail through hell, So Satan get thee behind me. I never been much for shit. By most measurements, don't exist. On radar, a little blip in the shadow of Motherships. Smother the grass and muffle the Hustlers the globe will spin. The sign on my back says, "Stab me, my Soul is your little bitch." Maybe you should be careful when flippin' a Stranger's switch. And assumin' a war is won ain't A symptom of arrogance. When nothin' to lose is step up, then everything's For the win. So we win in the face Of frauds and tell monsters to suck our dicks. I'd rather spit on your grave, my existence is To disgrace you. A kitten became a lion, Then look at your face like, "Great, fools." Why we got the people behind us, while other Rappers are vaginas for the fame. The Jewel Runners will always stay rude. Motherfuck your permission, was never yours to begin With. And every bar of that bitch shit you Spit is your fuckin' prison. I been here makin' raw shit and never asked To be lauded. One of jewels is the answer, Your question is what popped?