Jakprogresso - Master Artist

Intro:

Great minds have sought to explain these things, and in the great museums of the world, hang the work of the master artists of another age, giving new testimony to the horrors of sorcery and Witchcraft

Verse:

Yeah, hahaha, ahahaha! That Rap shit! No politics! Spark that clone factory plagiarism! Mad smoke comin' out, FDR shit! Yo, yeah

Verse:

Yo, I shouldn't spit like this at my age (um?), I guess it's mental, Progresso, coke nostrils, on the Red Bull
Tinfoil EPs co-signed by Reynolds (peace!), depressed school shooter, the way I bring the gun out the temple (wha?)
Three years after I was tendo (whaa?), I'm on the ten dose, trippin' at family dinners, laughin' at the land dudes
Creep on the third floor (word), razor burned tongue sores (sores), I live under a third rock (rock), aardvark in the dirt shore (in the dirt shore...)
Blue faced off of a Smurf spore, scrape the popscreen after one of my verses (word), it's worth more
Gassed, I fuel the Cult, I'm a Shell station, 16 bars in the shell casing, they felt flamin'
Hell patient, pale fragrance, the sheets I used to sell the teens could melt brazies
King Weirdo the goblet is two cups of my shooters, electric Semi down the block, to get two blunts (Come on, fuck...)
Come back dusted the fuck out, then shoot the room up
Gun shots: Woah man, what the fuck? Woah woah woah yo man, what the fuck?
I'm the nicest guy you don't gotta ask what I'm on, got a smile like Bundy at the Cabanas, with the fake cast on his arm (Hey, what's up?)
The neighbors gasped when they saw (!), Feds wheelbarrelin' cadavers from out the back of my yard!
Ghoulies and Critters, rappers climbin' out my ooze like Hippies, comin' out imported sitters, clippin' my wingman, like Himmler
Outro:

They can't hear me, I'll take you back to hear me, by Promis, by Saturnus, by Chernitos...