This is a song about "The best is yet"

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

When every man is down, then i'll know that i'm the best

Best rapper out there but i'm still yet to emcee

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

The best part about you is that your nose is shorter than

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

And the crowd is yet to meet the best, cause that's not me, at least not yet

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Is it for the best or is it doing more harm?

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

'cause chronic's the best there is, natural selection,

Sayin your the best but really all you is is comedy

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody