This is a song about "Pat flynn i am your assasin"

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

What can i do about your pain, i am not a doctor

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Like an ose; i am grandi, like your kids; i want candy

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

In your nightmares i am the one watching your soul being drained

You can try all your life your not as high as i am

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Now i am a monster, your rhymes are worth a dollar

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Nah who am i kiddin im still gonna verbally stomp your head