El-P, Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire, Danny Brown - Oh Hail No lyrics

Ever notice when you talk I just cut myself?
On some ultimate fuck you, go fuck yourself
Like that was so heartfelt
You really touched yourself
I loved the part where you cried
I liked nothing else
Who me? Every breath is a criminal
Critical breach
Bloody guns, speech, beat minimalisimo
Make you spin like you
Sniffing that god particle
That purple cloak of the dusk, an odd article
Originator decay, caterwaul brand
Dawn Treader rising hollow man bop, gliding
Shuffle through the tides of slime smiling
Could be the high or just mind control dying
Fuck it throw me on the problem pile
I'm a grin from the garbage
Stained parchment
Peeking out of my blinds in the apartment
Waiting for that "Hark hear
That archangel calling?"

Pocket full of air plus nothing to wear
I’ve been told I was put here to fail
But never ask me to hail
Never ask me to hail
I’m strapped in shaved head
In an electric chair
With a grin going out with a flair
But never ask me to hail
Never ask me to hail

Jesus turned water to wine
I turn liquor to ur-ine
Sex with one whore is deplorable I
Need four at a time
Maybe I’m lost in the grind
Haunted by all I desire
Forcibly caused to be normal
Bonded and tossed in the fire
Cross hairs of corporate design
Cogs that all move in align-
Meant to be something other than this
But, I think I forgot
Shyamalan twist in the plot
Camelot sword from the rock
No I won't piss in your pot
Life put that bishop in Pac
Visceral, villianous
Vindictated by venomous vibes
Vicious, concealing
My mental illness by willing a smile
Endless, intentions to climb
Uphill and piss in the sky
(Brooklyn is up in this motherfucker
So suck on our) cock

Pocket full of air plus nothing to wear
I’ve been told I was put here to fail
But never ask me to hail
Never ask me to hail
I’m strapped in shaved head
In an electric chair
With a grin going out with a flair
But never ask me to hail
Never ask me to hail

Check! The natural magician
These rappers' nutrition
I'm shitting on their writtens while
I'm pissing on their freestyles
My patterns are argyle
Your's more checker board
My lecture is Lecter
Your texture is pocket protector
With techniques I tech up your sector
Inspector Gadget with the ratchet
Bitch won a beauty pageant
Bought her ass a rabbit
But not a furry bunny bitch
I'm all about these moneys
Ah! Tummy empty and I'm dazed when sunny
So I had to sell crack cause
I ain't wanna be bummy
Granny gave me couple dollars while
She played gin and rummy
Off that Mobb Deep shit had me saying dunny
Done this nigga here is not a dummy
Look at all that he has done
You niggas feeling crummy
Gummy bear you running where? It's like a
Fat bitch running a hundred stairs
I'm Ric Flair, with thick hair
Yelling out "Woo!" getting head
In the director's chair