[Tony]
Yo, it's Jones!
I'm spitting rhymes like Paul McCartney
Living in a small apartment, oligarchy
No carbon copy, I'm original and free
Sipping Starbucks coffee, thinking 'bout my startup's cost me
It's an Arm and a leg, like Ronda Rousey
But I ain't afraid to be kinda mouthy
I'm a mouthpiece, flaunt it proudly
Blonde and bouncy, from Orange County
I used to work for McDonald's hourly
But now I'm on top, they can't outdo me
They serve salad leaves, but I'm a carnivore, you see
I'm not a rotten person, I'm a bottom feeder
Congress leader, awesome speaker
At Boston Coliseum, with Sigourney Weaver
Performing theatre, morning feature
Horny beaver, on a corny t-shirt
My sneakers are torn up like California reefer
But I'm still colt like Coby Fleener
Old receiver, with a broken femur
But I keep on going, like Alikizam on a catamaran
Blasting car tunes, like Yosemite Sam
Manager Dan, a Lannister fan
I'm a gambling man, with a battering ram
Ready for Armageddon, my karma won't get me
Dharma and Greggin, my momma's begging
Ronald Reagan, John Legend
Pentecostal, with a phlegm-up nostril
Send a boxful, and rent a hostel
Blow darts, Noah's arc, go-kart
So smart, I could choke Bart
But I won't start, I'll make a flowchart
Even if we've grown apart, I won't need a crowbar
My rhymes are dope art, like a masterpiece
I won't stop, 'til I've got the entire scene deceased
I'm the freestyle rap king, I'll reign supreme
My words cut like blow darts, my flow's a dream
Now, how do you see that Misterr Mo, you need more?