"Bring the Sandman."

Mr. Mortician, You like to say that You can use
the words from Your tongue like the rounds
from a gat
Leaving the less talented scrambling for the
nearest exits or immobilized like deer looking
in the headlights with no contracts for their
lyrics in sight
No lights, no camera's, no action for those
losers while the illicit, limitless thoughts You
teach bring You fat stacks and bricks and
high-rollin living equivalent to the Hugh Heffnas,
Microsoft Dividends and Jay-Z like earnings
Burning, spurning, discerning that all comers
are less than in Your class, while they're still
learning the a.b.c's and rudimentaries of the
upper echelons
And You're collecting royalties and living the
life of Royalty
The, "Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous," is the
reward for all Your thoughts You can conjure
on a whim and spit liberally like You's got the
mastery that You slay with indiscriminately