club 33

everyone wants to go, no one can get in. there's this thing called club 33, it's a really big deal, you can't get in no matter what, the only way to go there is if you pay this ridiculous fee, where, i mean it's a thousand dollars, like, like a hundred years and all this fucking shit, and eventually you gain access, 2k to get in, ay, i'm a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, crazy baby with the butter knife singing lullabies, still holding on, hanging tough, writing all the time, hanging on like a koala bear that's overqualified, about to go postal, kill everyone like columbine, almost lost my fucking mind, had to fall in line, i'm a member of a secret society, but frequently i'm still a freak with anxiety, misguided angel just stays home, 'cause good mcs are hard to find like pagers and payphones, mind's a lethal environment, i've got tunnel vision, now that the sun has risen, i have broken out of prison, king kong, rhyme spine tingling, make your skin crawl, 'cause words keep bouncing 'round my head just like a pinball, multiples like when i hit multi-bolt, unassaultable, cuffing up a half a half a dozen, that's the cult involved, carrier of art from the heart with no barriers, libra-scorpio, a scorpio, a sagittarius, went from agitated scorpion in a solarium, anonymous piranhas adopting to new aquariums, yeah, mercy me, og like percee p, the beat's a grip but i might drop a verse for free, that's a gift i got from me, swift, so dinner on me, roll it up in a spliff and meet at club 33, another k, i don't play another bat tigon, touring like a bag of bomb, tag but i don't tagalong, another day, what's a goon to a goblin?, a king to a god, nah, a human to an atom bomb, no yellow lines, that's a road i could travel on, i spit it clear, ain't no track that i babble on, i watch for jake not jake one the babble-on, and ride the horse into the sun without a saddle on, i never fell above hell with the scavengers, choke a rapper 'til he blue mixed with lavender, i always try to be up front like collateral, while motherfucker try to play the back and act radical, that i prefer to spit at the judge and the jury, unleash the fury, i splash jewry from out the window of the jimmy'z wagon, i'll flex a muscle on hating ash, bury, bang the metal like a crash derby, the pen is my blade, to sharpen it i cut flesh to the bone, so chemical my stones is arsenic, the face carver, sit on a throne like arthur, pulling strings, no archer, leaving bums out in the cold without a north face sparker, i take vengeance, rev the race engines, diamonds dancing on dinner plated pendants, cut through the yellow ribbon and made an entrance, i played the benches, so many lines my code name is great adventures, yo, six flags, use your versace shirt as a dish rag, magic man, i'm digging in my trick bag, do you know what i have for you?,to enter club 33, a guest must press the buzzer on an intercom, concealed by a hidden panel at the doorway,