Bad Touch Example

Since you're my special friend come closer for a special treat
I'm going to let you touch me in a special place
It is never ok to touch someone else's private parts
Your mom and dad will tell you so
Yo,' eyes get blind like Tupac gettin' shot in the lobby
Most MCs styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby
I pick apart monkey brains and spread disease through hot zones
My cameos on promos seem strange like someone's not home
Bigg Jus the outsider, rain on your dream field
With styles so freakin' wet niggas, need maxi panty shields
Expose more moles out the closet that lead paint on your tenement
Got more Black thought to my Roots than most niggaz, got in
Their pigment, it's the baby faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano
Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
So dust off the candelabra, hip-hop's version of the super Don Dada
With the license to give more ass whippings than Father
You couldn't see me with binoculars way ahead of myself like telepathy
Make most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy creme
Under the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seek
Through brain facilities with the science of microchemistry
This history of my hip-hop is too deep to be dissected
Bitch recollect don't even half step or try to test it black
Bigg Jus, I drop so much shit my anus needs an ice pack
In fact I'm all that, El-P yo bring the horns back
Right through the center of your focus picture a long silver needle
Piercin' the outer lens of your eyesight
And once again in one verse we have proven
We can rip all these signed big budget motherfuckers
Peace to Stretch and Bobbito
Ye, olde lyrics of fire surface bombs from X-wing fighters stance
To B-boy actors fracture negative thirty below wind chill factor
The counteraction is just a helpless action of the hapless flinchin'
My supersonics leave you mute like Maggie Simpson
Taxidermist El-P I defy translation
Instigate and set in crates throughout your whole situation
Practice exposing perfection like Ricki Like exposes white trash
My shit, is strange X-file number 2, 6, 7 whiplash
Triple felon emcee minus the melanin when I bomb it
The type of shit, to make baby, Jessica jump in the well again
Sunshines or rain acid, El-P the battle master
Lactose breakin' down your fuckin' fractals till you're flaccid
I'm leavin' Las Vegas, like a hundred flyin' Elvises
Raid, spot my prey, swoop down and cross their pelvises
Rat nerve like David grill smoke bitch catch my frozen frame
Suspended you couldn't even fuck with my idle fidget
My birthright I'm pulling swords from stones high tone beam
Phonetically abort it try to distort it and catch a silent scream, fetus
The raw daddy tactics prove Krush Groove unstoppable
Testin' luck it's like suckin' on lead pink Popsicles
The Enigma, no one can fuck with me yet but I'm not signed
You wanna battle, it's better to look in the mirror
Say, Candyman five times
Just a promo understand, to be the man you got
To beat the man, me and Bigg Jus
Company Flow clan, I can touch it, Mr.Len, wasup 89.9
Hit me with that shit some time, Bigg Jus, Lune TNS
The almighty El-P, the imperial DJ Mr.Len
Company Flow swingin' it to you live for '95