Agent Chavo

This is my allegory
It's mandatory in the hand of glory
I pass this story on to the man of stories
Met a man named Corey
I hit him with my television
You can tell the vision it's like cell division
Took a xan, no yellow vision, I'm indecisive
Streptomycin what my newest vice is
Did I stutter? No vocal splicin'
Some new advice is don't mess with me
She's caressin' me in the back of the suv
She's tellin' me excessively she's obsessed with me to a less degree
But you still undressin' me
That to me is like some faggotry
Talk back to me you can talk to the hand
When I walk on the land I'm god with a tan
Lightning rod in a can and so is my man
My songs will and can get you noddin' again
I'm assaultin' this man like I'm bombing Japan
I'm drawing my plan to make it back in piece
I'm disturbin' the peace in the back of the lease
I'm deterrin' police they're lackin' a chief
I'm curbin' the priest, I'm the beast of the east
If they catch me in the keys, I'll win the appeal
What's the appeal? I got her to squeal
I tooken the kneel and proposed to my steel
Pray to the real you're prayin' to me
She stayin' with me 'cause I got her a key
Of the best on the street it's stuck in her teeth
I'm takin' a leak I'll be back in a week
She's fappin' to me yeah that happened to me
I'm rappin' the beat and I'm breakin' her heart
Look at the rhymes I'm takin' apart
All this rappin' I'm makin' an art
Takin' up arms with a new AK
Two pay days Ima need the money
I'll defeat the cunning to feed my honey
I'm real strong and the weak is funny
Forget the rain cause this week is sunny
I'm the man that you must go worship
With a fuss diversion Ima touch the virgin
So what's the verdict, am I worse in person?
Am I worst in person? Mothafucka

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's get serious now
Red Glock big djd on the side
Ask me how I am, yeah, bitch, I'm alright
Talkin' all that shit, yeah, bitch, now you shy
Rollie Rollie Rollie yeah jewelry on my mind
Saint Laurent, Tommy Hilfigure that's my guy
Let butter sick you, yeah, bitch, that's on god
Touchin' on my shit better watch how you die
Don't let me get my niggas all in that ride
They will fight you all with the look in their eye
Pop you is a main, cut your neck is a side
Roy, Miggy, D all clips for my nine
Talk yo shit, grab yo GAT, call yo clique, guy
I can assure you that my gun don't mind
Like lasagna sneak up on you from behind
Pop you in yo head, Abraham this time
Just like my songs, all my gunshots, they rhyme
Brazy as fuck like my gun did a line
You said you with it, but you know that's a lie
Phenomenal aim, I still got it when I'm high
Try me again I'ma show you, you don't try