[Mr. J]

The luxury of rhyme is when you get to twist it up.
Kick up dust with a flip, hit it with the precision plus.
Back to play Bret Hart on you sitting ducks.
Hallelujah it's a sharpshooter who hasn't given up.
If there's a hold up, then we gotta stick em up.
You see what position does, clutch up ya armor.
See what happens with those quick to judge ya honor.
My weed got enough kickback to cause blunt force trauma.
While you hugging walls I'm having lunch with your mama.
Tried to split the bill til' she told me she wanted the tip...
I said "oh...is that why you didn't touch your water?".