[Dante]
Crusaders? Here?
Why are you being punished?
Our cause was holy
We are absolved of sin

[Francesco]
The bishop lied, did he not, brother?

[Dante]
Francesco, not you too

[Verse One: Plasthic Slash]
The horseman that rides a hippocampus
The worst plan's to force hands when I script on canvas
Words paint the big picture and evokes emoticons
Emcees, we smoke weak ones and choke demons till there's no response
I want Hovi's position, Ada na good spouse
But she longs for an ovipositor and a brood pouch
Ha! You dudes forgot, my food for thought is flavory
Street ichthyologist, apologies for the chicanery
Blake Griffin, weightlifting then we rolling trees fast
Abe Lincoln, shape shifting in geometry class
Some go the dental way when instrumentals play
Vast rhymes, I grasp minds with my prehensile tales
Owing pals and going bald, he don't need ya balderdash
He seen his future in a dibia's calabash
Few years ago, he had a young nanny and his toys
Now he's poised to take over from Don Wanny and his boys