a secret chord

<sub>play that secret chord
in the club, got em bumping like a freakasaurus
youre eating porridge like please sir may i have some more
while i feast on gourmet four course meals
complete with hors-doeuvres and secret sauce
i ski the highest peak
while you fake snake elites take a fecal detour
youre toilet manure
impure, immature

youre a high school kid tryna riot in a high intensity war zone like paramore
im forever youre barely 4
i vanished and it burnt a image in your head you cant ignore
i made it through the door you dreaming for
but couldnt reach, cuz you was weak where i was hardcore
im on the Chesapeake Virginia Beach shores
while youre a legal gigolo in Singapore

(haha! yeah lets keep this this dis rap thing going i guess)

id play the chord for you but id have to kill ya
smack ya straight out the building like billiards
corner pocket shots for children
scared to reveal your face, wearing masks like mad villain

im out in the open cuz i dont run from nothing
but im a moving target you cant fuck with it
illustrious punk musician on a mission
i call you Carl Johnson, a buster, quit it

thats enough with the Limp Bizkit
women dissed you and blacklisted you cuz you wont consider this
i make em cum without touching the clitoris
im the whole dictionary, youre illiterate

in a country of ignorant bumpkins like im the only one who gives a shit
rizz like this only comes once in a trillion
even my enemies miss me like Miss Misery when i split

youre cartoon like Disney
im more lethal than arrows in Skyrim
i put a harpoon to your knee

soon to be crowned king of the university
bringing music diversity
through the ringer, adversity made me a proven singer
not service to evil

you linger like Cranberries in the timber
im quicker, zinger like wild berry
celestial tea made the vestige of beasts scared of me

youre a bygone era like Little House on the Prairie
or Drew Carey
whose line is it? mine
they buried me then i rose from the cemetery

ascend to heaven alive like Elijah
while they tryna catch you in a net of words like Daniel Webster
when they invented the definitions
and hidden the truest religion

revisionist history turned spiritual ecstasy secular
empty of all pleasure but pleasantries

no wonder people get bored when theyre leaving work
removed the secret chord from their inner world since before even birth</sub>