and suddenly through the mist, there was answers/
clutched within my fist, i grasped cancer like the lips of a panther/
im dangerous like skydivin in a cloud of choppers/
sharpen minds paralyzin weak minds my words is plottin evil chapters/
so page by page the mic phone became a slave/
to the words i engrave till i get to chapter 8/
green funk wonderin, lookin for an anecdote/
my sickness spread quicker than a gallon root beer float/
while i dote on, rain drops my dome drenched wet protons/
and im heavier then ten big puns slathered up in wet rugs/
i eject slugs from the body my enemies shot at me/
i probably get probation for the way i execute so fastly...