The O.G is back

jacks back the O.G leg spreader
i melt ur panties and cause stormy weather
Peter Piper go pick your pepper
cause im a wordsmith a lyrical leper
a parraih of prose
from my head to my toes
i spit out the bars as fast as a Bugatti
make u moan Nessun dorma like Pavarotti
I aint a rap dude im a dude who raps
bend you over my knee and spank u with word whacks
Jacks back
a poetical miracle
the verses are subliminal
cause thats what u get from a bad boy lyrical criminal