This is a song about "Language"

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

Worse comes when my bandaged language leaves me more caged; snap! i screwed it

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

But please excuse my language

I feel they praisin too much

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I rap in tongues that need explainin', speak the language faithfully,

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

So i speak the language of loaf of bread to the hungry

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Vast with the language, better fasten your jackets, im jacking you halfwits