Triskaidekaphobia

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]

A magpie told me about the stash and your high cash amount

So I broke into your house and tossed your spouse off the roof

When you called her cell to ask her where she was at

I picked up the phone and told you she had to bounce

After she bounced, she dribbled and then she crossed over

She gave me an ice grill, so I gave her the cold shoulder

Approximately thirteen seconds before she passed

Triskaidekaphobia just to be an ass

I told her that my look was trapezius, Nova Scotia in the dead of winter

I'm a passive assassin, though

After my task I laugh and bask in the afterglow

Apropos, my tactical training is quite masterful

And actually, here's a couple of fun facts

I track zodiacs and hack medical records for x-rays

For this INFP's perspective on INFJs (Like?)

Let's say you brush your teeth before and after every meal

Sanitize your water bottle before checking the seal

So when I spit spit in your face when I'm spittin' rhymes

It lets me know I'm makin' you have an uncomfortable time

Just from the tendencies I learned when I probed

The knowledge that mentally, you're a finicky germaphobe

And eventually, you will grit your teeth and try to strike

But right before you do, I'll hand you a picture of your wife

She's alive in the photo

See, after Organized you believed that I went solo

I just happen to let Pharoahe Monch speak on my behalf

Right now he's at your house as your wife is takin' a bath, Th1rt3en

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]

Time and time again, face-to-face with sin

But I don't wanna lose, I just wanna win

Angel on my left, Satan's on my right

Which way should I go?

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]

Tr— er— i— f— the— ing— in control of a king

The reason why Pharoahe Monch has an E in his name

I'm the floor in the building that you always try to skip

The row on the plane that you never wanna sit

The times I almost lost the signs in my vitals

I'm Christ's last supper when you include the disciples

Used to cycle on a tricycle with a sickle, I'm psycho

A sicko, do this ritual specifically for my rivals

Thirteen different levels of metaphysical rebels

For instance, years ago settled differences with the Devil

He tried to cancel me out for several samples I embezzled

Almost had me off myself in the head with some heavy metal clips

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]

Time and time again, face-to-face with sin

But I don't wanna lose, I just wanna win

Angel on my left (Steady on the left), Satan's on my right (Steady on the right)

Which way should I go?

[Outro]

Honey, can you pass me a towel out of the hallway closet, please?