Xtrovextol
06-13-06, 12:22 AM
Revolving around me, wish the planet would stop
Getting the world talking, like Janet with tops
I’ma expose myself not like George Michael’s ass with the cops
Living in darkness, like The Phant Of The Op, smackin’ hip-hop
Fan of The Rock, but I ain’t feelin’ Doom
Was an ugly motherfukca, my mama concealed her womb
My soul fills the room, Jimmy Hoffa-ish where did my body go
Remember my audio, the official lothario, would love to get with Rosario
Your breasts are as big as Biz Markie’s ho
Don’t listen to Mario, I don’t want Dawson as Just A Friend
If you ain’t into me, well then fukc you then
I’m a Midnight Rider born a Travelin’ Man
Turn the page like Bob Seger, me and hell go hand in hand
If I ever get out of here, I ain’t goin’ to Katmandu
You’ll remember when this superstar returns like Batman 2
I defeat my challengers, you should see my calendar
The Kaliph of Caliber, aka The Main Event
I got my $hit on the streets like I don’t wanna pay my rent
Why Do Fools Fall In Love, I’m fond of Dead Presidents
A Man Apart will Crash Waist Deep, the career of Larenz evident
I’m a Menace II Society, public enemy, call me John Dillinger
Chuck D, or Flavor Flav, Golly G Willikers
Me and this sordid world, we don’t mesh
Unlike holy shirts, where you could see my flesh
I guess, the public swears to God they can’t stand me
So I’ll talk of fingerfukcing Jon Benet Ramsey, like that ain’t evil
Damn you people, most of my dreams are banned illegal
Terrell Owens minded, bad ol ego I have an equal, sike I’m crossing my fingers
Similar to a corpse’s scent, my thoughts they just linger
For shame that you’ve entered my realm
Knocked the doorframe down, I’ve been at the helm of the Hindenburg
Or so it seems, tragedies erupt, felt so damn insecure
Immature, lusting, praying to be busting my rhyme jones
Eternally thrusting the inferno that’s jumping in my dome
Scars on my face, my heart’s been replaced
With a craving for money, caring its not a shock its erased
You ain’t gotta exercise to be counterfeit
I stand on the loss of your cool with an abacus I count on it
Dodging bullets, like walking through Compton rockin’ mullets
The trigger to my madness can’t be root canal’d I got to pull it
I’m out of my mind is my head doctor’s open thesis
I woke up this morning, feeling so facetious
I’ll administer sinister with more power than Bennifer or a prime minister here
We’ll witness my career blowing up like Abu Musab al-Zarqawi
Quickly prepare, for the man that’ll make you look like a bigger ass than Serena’s
Due to my brain I was born richer than the baby of Brangelina
Getting the world talking, like Janet with tops
I’ma expose myself not like George Michael’s ass with the cops
Living in darkness, like The Phant Of The Op, smackin’ hip-hop
Fan of The Rock, but I ain’t feelin’ Doom
Was an ugly motherfukca, my mama concealed her womb
My soul fills the room, Jimmy Hoffa-ish where did my body go
Remember my audio, the official lothario, would love to get with Rosario
Your breasts are as big as Biz Markie’s ho
Don’t listen to Mario, I don’t want Dawson as Just A Friend
If you ain’t into me, well then fukc you then
I’m a Midnight Rider born a Travelin’ Man
Turn the page like Bob Seger, me and hell go hand in hand
If I ever get out of here, I ain’t goin’ to Katmandu
You’ll remember when this superstar returns like Batman 2
I defeat my challengers, you should see my calendar
The Kaliph of Caliber, aka The Main Event
I got my $hit on the streets like I don’t wanna pay my rent
Why Do Fools Fall In Love, I’m fond of Dead Presidents
A Man Apart will Crash Waist Deep, the career of Larenz evident
I’m a Menace II Society, public enemy, call me John Dillinger
Chuck D, or Flavor Flav, Golly G Willikers
Me and this sordid world, we don’t mesh
Unlike holy shirts, where you could see my flesh
I guess, the public swears to God they can’t stand me
So I’ll talk of fingerfukcing Jon Benet Ramsey, like that ain’t evil
Damn you people, most of my dreams are banned illegal
Terrell Owens minded, bad ol ego I have an equal, sike I’m crossing my fingers
Similar to a corpse’s scent, my thoughts they just linger
For shame that you’ve entered my realm
Knocked the doorframe down, I’ve been at the helm of the Hindenburg
Or so it seems, tragedies erupt, felt so damn insecure
Immature, lusting, praying to be busting my rhyme jones
Eternally thrusting the inferno that’s jumping in my dome
Scars on my face, my heart’s been replaced
With a craving for money, caring its not a shock its erased
You ain’t gotta exercise to be counterfeit
I stand on the loss of your cool with an abacus I count on it
Dodging bullets, like walking through Compton rockin’ mullets
The trigger to my madness can’t be root canal’d I got to pull it
I’m out of my mind is my head doctor’s open thesis
I woke up this morning, feeling so facetious
I’ll administer sinister with more power than Bennifer or a prime minister here
We’ll witness my career blowing up like Abu Musab al-Zarqawi
Quickly prepare, for the man that’ll make you look like a bigger ass than Serena’s
Due to my brain I was born richer than the baby of Brangelina