Ya'll are paper plates, I'm China.
The way I dictate, things get made finer.
A one track mind, on the way to the stage
I don't need a reminder. I just transcend time.
Man, it's hard to fuck up with The Greater Good behind you.
All these gaudy har-dee-hars could never
get your party started.
I'm the last man standing, Mark Wahlberg in The Departed.
So get your arms the farthest they can stretch
without causing harm to your cartilage.
I speak harsh, but I promise, I gotta few things
that I mean to accomplish.
First target, your heart chakra.
From there it ain't hard to body rock ya.
Check your stocking, it's bonkers.
Don't forget the moniker, G-R-E-A-T-E-R

GOOD.
I'ma take it from here.
Big Sir, a one man world premiere.
BARN BURNER, ample examples?
Check the mantle.

Animals swarm to my presence.
Measurements never meant much in my lessons.
The less you know, the better for ya.
Them lesser thans couldn't even step in my foyer.
Born to deploy noise, no choice but to bow down
strictly for these boys.
This goy knows no boundaries.
I stomp these streets like I'm Richard Roundtree.
Bounce. Trouncing like a baby tiger.
My fiber is finer, no reminder required.
No remainder, just Grade A Mother Nature flavor.
The patient is dangerous. The patriarch for the future.
Using acute maneuvers to suture your roots
to the truth I unspool upon this transducer.
There's only one word that suits it...

GOOD
I'ma take it from here.
Big Sir, one man world premiere.
Barn Burner, got ample examples.
Check the mantle.

BARN BURNER

Hand to God, son. The architect of arson.
Parcelling out my wit to live on in the print like Gary Larson.
No regard, I just barged in here with a large grin,
parked my rear end with aplomb
and applause just started to happen.
Smashing my kerosene lamp. I'm a brash one.
Now watch my flames gain traction.
Hear all the cattle becoming panicked
by this semantic maniac with cranial capacity
to single handedly create
a rhapsody of seismic dimensions.
My generations Rich Little, I make an indelible impression.
Guess what I'm gushing about,
umpteen gallons of gasoline gushing out my mouth.
Now you're lugging more buckets of agua than Mickey Mouse.
But The Greater Good is agoraphobic,
WE AIN'T EVER GOING OUT.