The Half

I encompass, a circumference, of your compass

Smokey the Bear's opponent, face atonement

The karma sutra tutor, the Mets rooter

Shorties like my slick finger like Bruce Sooter

You caught in this web of the spider

The High and the Mighty, might be, slightly, violent

It's Highly the one to leave the sun rayless

Now your style's cheaply made like a pair of Payless

Pick apart your secondary, like Jim Plunkett

Who woulda thunk it? Titanic-ally, I fuckin' sunk it

Hope to have a spot like George and Wheezy

Chocolate peanut butter shit, like Reese's and feces

We sees, the observable, absurdable

My elements enough to make a kid take a pull

No preservatives, but I'm still edible

I need my shit green to remain incredible

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You don't know the half

Half of me want it all, the other half-assed

I'm halfway there

I be, death-defyin', within def rhymin'

Periphery, I can see the whole vicinity

I be a misfit of science, like Andre the Giant

You need to shut up, givin' divine solids

Amongst two million, I still be the ill one

Multiply two zillion, I'ma still come

With stupidity, turnin' Santa to Satan

Rantin' and ravin', while you cave in

See I love the sugar walls, get with my hand though

And waxin' off will be the death of me like Rambo

Calisthetics, on any premise, yo well it's

The Gleam Hornet, Eon, uncommon

Like Brian Piccolo's piccolo

Mr. Verbal still remain, like Vinny DelNegro

I shine golden when you see me, like C3-PO

I'm PO'd, by a microphone be-O

But me though, need the weed green like Grit-o

Keep that shit tight like Grandpa's Speedos

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Your pitiful spittle, pales to the hale

In full scale, you're straight monorail

My impact is Amtrak, you toy Lionel

You're Slinkies and Weebles fail to prevail

You couldn't even fuck with my echo