The Rain (Fuck Missy Elliot-I’ve Come To Wet the Hip Hop Corner)

As I let loose the liquid from my cerebral cortex
Got your mind swimmin’ in my visceral verbal vortex
I bead up and dance on that ass like you was made of Gortex
While you flex flimsy flows for free I’m cashin’ more checks
Then bank tellers on the fifteenth and the first
You went from bad to worse,
steppin’ to he/ that be/ peverse
I put thee/ to sleep/ in a hearse
Feast on your entrails as if my name was Circe (Circe was the magical enchantress in the Odyssey)
Allow me to keep this verse
succinct and to the point. i.e. terse
Brother you blew it/ somehow misconstrued it
Now your minds been polluted/By fakers who’ve deluded (diluted-...WATERED DOWN)
you into thinking you can test the funky fluid
the liquid emcee/ boy you can’t test me
I take your rap degree and make wack rhyme puree
Decisions, decisions shall I make intestinal incisions
Or split that cabbage with precision like nuclear fission-
In other words...Head or Gut?/ Nigga what?
How da fuck/ would you liked to get cut?
Cause I’m unleashin’ a lethal lesson with my lyrical lacerations
Wounding weak wannabes, crushing their crude creations
Real with these/ that’s 200 proof/ and only gettin’ better
Eat M.C.’s/ like Alphabet Soup/ containing just two letters
You’ve been soaked/ you joke I drained you like a funnel
By golly wow-blew that mind like brain surgery in a wind tunnel