Mike Statik
10-21-08, 05:04 PM
you can catch me in a limosuine/
doin to much drugs just seems to be the tendency/
i take a hit a weed...../
now... E&J on my breath, i feel violent/
all yall rappers are whack, so keep tryin/
i pack macs in the back, i squeeze iron/
dudes screamin STATIK PLEASE, on their knees cryin/
but im like, gimme the dough that aint enough gimme some mo/
busta rhymes, snuff ya eyes, have you hittin the floor/
with the lines cuzin im just sicker than most/
lift ya mind, get wit the times, you *****es is jokes/
check it, all my people be like Statik thats the ****/
i say **** rap, im bout to star in the next slasher flick/
mike myers a ***, he wish he was as half as sick/
a million ways to die, each one...i mastered it/
this weed and booze got my mental retarded/
crept in ya projects, when its darkness got your lil kiddies checkin their closets/
nah... i aint respectin your nonsense/
**** an auto tune artist, ya get ya neck chopped, throw ya head in the garbage/
so **** ya track, i can tell you wack in a split second/
without that auto tune...you think youd have a hit record??/
nah..dont make me mad i get wreckless, but with every song i hear im thinkin thats your intentions/
first name Mike and last name Statik/
and i think half you rap faggots is crack addicts/
now all you dudes thinkin ya grimey/
****in pop artists, im takin it back to how they used to spit in the 90's/
doin to much drugs just seems to be the tendency/
i take a hit a weed...../
now... E&J on my breath, i feel violent/
all yall rappers are whack, so keep tryin/
i pack macs in the back, i squeeze iron/
dudes screamin STATIK PLEASE, on their knees cryin/
but im like, gimme the dough that aint enough gimme some mo/
busta rhymes, snuff ya eyes, have you hittin the floor/
with the lines cuzin im just sicker than most/
lift ya mind, get wit the times, you *****es is jokes/
check it, all my people be like Statik thats the ****/
i say **** rap, im bout to star in the next slasher flick/
mike myers a ***, he wish he was as half as sick/
a million ways to die, each one...i mastered it/
this weed and booze got my mental retarded/
crept in ya projects, when its darkness got your lil kiddies checkin their closets/
nah... i aint respectin your nonsense/
**** an auto tune artist, ya get ya neck chopped, throw ya head in the garbage/
so **** ya track, i can tell you wack in a split second/
without that auto tune...you think youd have a hit record??/
nah..dont make me mad i get wreckless, but with every song i hear im thinkin thats your intentions/
first name Mike and last name Statik/
and i think half you rap faggots is crack addicts/
now all you dudes thinkin ya grimey/
****in pop artists, im takin it back to how they used to spit in the 90's/