This is a song about "Evidence cite infer analyze examine descr"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Obama's now elected, he's done nothing, when there's evidence,

Were to examine this he would wonder how the fuck i come up with these lyrics,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

To evidence, those presidents in office know we'll never die,

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Go back to your dresser, i'll examine you, i'm a lyrical professor,

I say middle finger to the pigs/ analyze my words cause thats how i live/

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Rhythm flows straight through my blood, and see that rhythm be spread evidence,

Well know you got the shit in words, look at evidence,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Any evidence for the police to find