Week 18 Dr. Evil's Hairy Uncle Twins

/Here's another verse to go over your melon/ With more bars than the home of all predicate felons/ Spit like quarantine be my definite dwelling/ Either I'm getting nice, or my etiquette's swelling/ Why be humble? They don't get it/ Like a diabetic with a Willy Wonka ticket/ Like shit, when I spit, I should hold some crickets/ Cause by the 8th bar, I know, there goes attention/ Dumb hook, slow beat, there's ya a club hit/ But I won't, ya'll suck, and I'm probably dumb shit/ But fuck it, I spit coke, with a side of some Pepsi/ Killing wack off slow, terminal Hep C/ Makes no sense, why try see?/ It's like a list of emcees on MTV/ Hell, that could be me if my joints were hooky/ But I'd rather snort meth and go raw dog Snooki/ Then after I nut in her, straight eat her cookie/ Bet a mill. on the Steelers and go meet my bookie/ (Laugh) Imagine that!/ Like to shoot Billboard and then imagine rap/ Rest in peace G.U.R.U., she ain't what she once was/ Heard the radio, started throwing my lunch up/ The same campaigners, try leading the caucus/ And that shtick tires quick, Andy Milinokas/ So here's some fresh dope for you to put in your ventricle/ So lend a quick ear to the return of the lyrical/