Oh Hail No

[Verse 1: El-P] 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, caterwauler brand, Dawn Treader rising Hollow man bop, gliding Shuffle through the tides of slime smiling Could be the high or just mind control dying (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?" [Hook: El-P & Mr. Mutherfuckin' eXquire] 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 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 Never ask me to hail [Verse 2: Mr. Mutherfuckin’ eXquire & El-P] 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 [Hook: El-P & Mr. Mutherfuckin' eXquire] 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 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 Never ask me to hail *Beat Switch* [Verse 3: Danny Brown] Check! The natural magician, these rappers' nutrition I'm shitting on their writtens while I'm pissing on their freestyles My patterns are argyle, yours 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