This is a song about "Dylan amp amp amp amp amp"

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

This shit fresh off the top of my dome

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

I'll lick off his top, like a cuban cigar

Ima smoke and exhale the kush dope,

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Saying they this and that

Sister act your ass man, sap