All She Wrote

It ain't over till the fat lady sings and that's all she wrote Ya couldn't control me even wit the click remote Cuz I'm an animal that they call a G. Oat That don't work for nothing less than a C-Note When I'm finished there won't be need for a sequel An injection of me can be quite lethal Cuz I'm hard to kill like Steven Seagal And it's time to go ahead and drop the needle After a second in ya gonna need a sidebar And ya praying all day for the nightfall Cuz ya have just been hit in ya eyeball Which is sending ya right thru the drywall It's like I gotta dictionary in my esophagus Cuz when I spit words trample ya like a rhinoceros Leaving ya to be stuffed in a sarcophagus Asserting my dominance wit confidence If ya act like a chicken I'm a have to pop eyes Cooking like I'm in the kitchen whipping up pot pies Ya be waiting like ya was serving hot fries Most of these dudes are mild while I'm all spice My cadence and flows are so gorgeous These rhymes I'll never have a shortage Cuz I'm as magnificent as Morgus Rest In Peace to a great so let's kick the chorus It ain't over till the fat lady sings and that's all she wrote Ya couldn't control me even wit the click remote Cuz I'm an animal that they call a G. Oat That don't work for nothing less than a C-Note When I'm finished there won't be need for a sequel An injection of me can be quite lethal Cuz I'm hard to kill like Steven Seagal And it's time to go ahead and drop the needle I'm the answer like A.I. on a google search Am I repeating the things ya already heard Ya babbling on bout this, that and the third And ya just preaching to the choir at church What they want ya can't give which is why I'm here Ya made a club song that people don't cheer I'm in a different class so ya can't come near I'm a go on record and say this gonna be my year See all she wrote was an overly good review So don'tcha ever forget every word be true Over the cuckoo's nest is where ya shit flew Cuz everyone see right thru the shit ya spew Everyday ya ending is getting so much closer I'm forever getting rid of yet another poser Can't smell defeat in the air just check ya body odor Like D-Wade on 2-27-19, this game's over It ain't over till the fat lady sings and that's all she wrote Ya couldn't control me even wit the click remote Cuz I'm an animal that they call a G. Oat That don't work for nothing less than a C-Note When I'm finished there won't be need for a sequel An injection of me can be quite lethal Cuz I'm hard to kill like Steven Seagal And it's time to go ahead and drop the needle