This is a song about "Cyrano de bergerac"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese