/lit/ - Literature

Shut your blabber mouth an' listen
Haters on blast 'cause this shit's just in
Here comes conan doyle, but you can call me sir
Heard your mom went missing, but don't you worry I got her

Fools like poe, they' re not to blame
When it comes to mystery I put that shit to shame
You like the gold bug, try my hound of baskervilles
He lives in an asylum, I rock it in the hills

You can bash my 'stache but you can't touch my tomes
moriarty, watson, and sherlock shut you up holmes
when you read my books you're gonna have to rewind
Your sad little bug brain can't keep up with my mind

When it comes to cash there ain't none bettah
Ask all the hoes doyle's got the feta
when it comes to sleuthing I can get it done
You can't even follow you're all wat, son?