You heard what?

Microphone tail coils down, constrictor boa
Cyclone spun tight right, nice to know ya
Sound abducted travels far, receiver
My words unraveled now make a believer
Have faith to have taste, Mixing board
Savage disciples choose to record
Disc jockey bumps hockey, hard hitting
Not cocky, just look good where I’m sitting
Stocky villain, in who’s face I’m spitting
Sorry, I’m quitting
That was uncouth as rum mixed vermouth
Juice pineapple so the cane can grapple
Loose lymrics, just parlor tricks
Playing games like pick up sticks
Dropping names for chicks
Fans who demand less content
For all the weak music they sent
American continent should repent
Fifty Cent bent, I guess pays the rent