and they put nuts in the sauce
but I'll inhale it
though you got some beef
and possibly squash

I exponetion'ly win
you unintention'ly lost
I resurrect posts like Messiah
have you bent at the cross

roads leading to hell
are paved with goodest intent
then you'll 've cursed me
for these wonder rhymes you wished you'd invent

So now I'm back on the block
I Quincy Jone on you hoes
and coca cola flow like
soda pop you snort in your nose