[Verse 1: Butchaboy’s Voice] Honest sincerity’s not a regularity, The decrepit never brings clarity just disparity. While the belief scarcity within the variety’s rarity, Creates what’s unbearably difficult in society’s singularity. My poems are charity like meager donations, It’s like paying restitution while you’re on probation. Stenographers read verbatim every word of notation, In smaller math equations that describes the job vocation. They robbed the motivation of characters acting in scene, The principal will suspend sending bad actors to dean. Dirty ethics make the pathetic aesthetic hard to fair clean, Needing diabetic insulin injections that’s styled like hair sheen. Fiends stare at bare queens only with sick intentions, But the guardians lift the damsel on her ascension, Protecting her from the lurker trying to relieve his tension, I bet this reality will be rejected so no need to mention. That the cage is full of animals locked in detention, The puppet master is our enemy and it’s not Jim Henson. May he rest in peace in afterlife’s dimension, Dude most of us are at the crossroad grim suspension. [Chorus: Butchaboy’s Voice] These cretins of crayons, Color outside the lines. It’s like they’re eating the radon, Others doubt guides that mine. Spelunking caves for minerals, Digging for the diamond. Dunking slaves labeled criminals, Rigged with cables as linemen. [Verse 2: Butchaboy’s Voice] Debutant prima Donna’s dance the ballroom, Confidants deem a sauna enhances a fall to doom. By being promiscuous breaking laws stitching the groom, Or violating the bride riding a witches broom. They use big words losing the average listener, Then they speed up the tempo holding you hostage like a prisoner. Hoping you don’t realize it’s a senseless blitz’er, With nouns and verbs that don’t connect with consonants that grifter. Please don’t try to keep up with this syllable shifter, Y’all jokey joes on an elliptical up against a Tokyo drifter. I hear no metaphors or puns your split tongue doesn’t even whisper, Sounds like the A I has a speech impediment like a computerized lisper. Then you triple the same word three times, Y’all like we can’t think of nothing else but it’s okay cause it rhymes. So what y’all use the machine it’s a victimless crime, But it says you over exaggerated that your bits are dimes. And I mean bits like parts of pennies or comedy routines, It’s more like small units that compute but I mute the machine. Hiphop wear baggy but you rockers are tight jeans, You know what that means they play poker with all queens. [Chorus: Butchaboy’s Voice] These cretins of crayons, Color outside the lines. It’s like they’re eating the radon, Others doubt guides that mine. Spelunking caves for minerals, Digging for the diamond. Dunking slaves labeled criminals, Rigged with cables as linemen. [Verse 3: Butchaboy’s Voice] It’s deep how they’ve created a volatile environment, Opening the door for evil and forcing us into to retirement. It’s like a battering ram has made the dividers bent, Or driving losing a wheel not knowing where the tire went. How you expect to roll by compromising your soul, You better check your breaks before you lose control, I suggest you get them aligned better yet make it a goal, Even fugitives are legit and undetected by patrols. Listen your songs don’t take thought they’re recycled tissue, Then you wonder why your plagiarism has copyrighted issues. I noticed y’all get quiet when I pulverize diss you, I’m bullseye every-time what you was hoping I miss you. Bon voyage because Anthony’s heartless, I’m waiting for you to show me your so called real artists. If one dares to challenge it lets me know they’re not the smartest, You better explain the range of the target cause my fire Jose Vargas. [Chorus: Butchaboy’s Voice] These cretins of crayons, Color outside the lines. It’s like they’re eating the radon, Others doubt guides that mine. Spelunking caves for minerals, Digging for the diamond. Dunking slaves labeled criminals, Rigged with cables as linemen.
