enterin’ dis

How are you gentlemen tonight? I hope you’re well.

And you’ll enjoy my lyricism, though I won’t kiss and tell.

That’s why I won’t tell you that I did your mothers

Though I might bend that rule for your significant others

Because I did them, one two, now don’t you see?

Nobody on this game can handle me.

I bring rhymes and they’re freshest, like crispy lettuce,

Now here’s my line four, like Falcon’s fetish.