Colonel Mustard, Mrs white
By now you must've got the clue, right
Im bored of playing childrens games
gettin back to taking names
Not a zombie, i got brains
No crime, just small claims
Got a yahtzeee, a paradise
Why is it i always have to tell you twice
writing on a train in the sky
I know im not the only guy
Now it is my time to fly
Its no crime. Just small claims
Im a wild card. Uno reverse
Its ok, leave my picture in your purse
In the opposite direction
Chillin in the smoking section
And in my own confession
Its not a crime, just small claims
Crazy eights, no countdown
feel like im the crown prince of clowns
Do you think im funny
In the rain i feel sunny
And i like my eggs runny
Its not a crime just small claims.

Fellow lyricists its time to get down
In the wild west, im the best in town
You can try look around
But there's no one like me
youll never find my sound
I got a message, for my fellow musician
Sit down, its time for you to listen
No bill, were not going fishin
Whatchu gonna catch anyway
Yall hear my bars and start wishin
Pray to Allah, Buddha, Vishnu, Christ
if i was you id get on my bike
And duck your head, you know outta sight
you all know whats coming
hurricane of rage, anger, and spite
Please, for the sake of your mortal soul
Dont stand in the way of my goal
Ill put your head inside a bowl
Give you a bad haircut
And leave your ass looking like a troll
Or just another one of the stooges
I feel im frozen cold and ruthless
Bah humbug, to all the scrooges
I like the grinch better
Sue me
Its not a crime just small claims

Colonel Mustard, Mrs white
By now you must've got the clue, right
Im bored of playing childrens games
gettin back to taking names
Not a zombie, i got brains
No crime, just small claims
Got a yahtzeee, a paradise
Why is it i always have to tell you twice
writing on a train in the sky
I know im not the only guy
Now it is my time to fly
Its no crime. Just small claims
Im a wild card. Uno reverse
Its ok, leave my picture in your purse
In the opposite direction
Chillin in the smoking section
And in my own confession
Its not a crime, just small claims
Crazy eights, no countdown
feel like im the crown prince of clowns
Do you think im funny
In the rain i feel sunny
And i like my eggs runny
Its not a crime just small claims.

Do my rhymes feel boring, am i being nonchalant
I guess this time ill try to change the size of the font
I mean what is it that these new hip hop fans really want
Or do i have to speak in threes
Or do you guys hear this taunt
I mean after fifty takes, a man get little weary
His voice lowers and becomes a little dreary
His eyes start to water, frustrated and teary
It is what it is, what's a fellow to do
Even his own mind aint thinkin clearly
But my vocabulary is unmatched
And if youre only looking for stats
Im locked down, the key and the latch
I speak to the intelligent
Not this fucked up Alpha gen Z batch
Im from Canada, that don't mean i like drake
Im not speaking out of jealousy or hate
His music not that bad,i just gotta fill my plate
Kendrick is better
Take me to court
Its not a crime, just small claims

Colonel Mustard, Mrs white
By now you must've got the clue, right
Im bored of playing childrens games
gettin back to taking names
Not a zombie, i got brains
No crime, just small claims
Got a yahtzeee, a paradise
Why is it i always have to tell you twice
writing on a train in the sky
I know im not the only guy
Now it is my time to fly
Its no crime. Just small claims
Im a wild card. Uno reverse
Its ok, leave my picture in your purse
In the opposite direction
Chillin in the smoking section
And in my own confession
Its not a crime, just small claims
Crazy eights, no countdown
feel like im the crown prince of clowns
Do you think im funny
In the rain i feel sunny
And i like my eggs runny
Its not a crime just small claims.