Xtrovextol
06-25-06, 08:44 PM
I stand out like Shaq in a crowd of midgets, packing some fowl
Lyrics, but the crossroads I’m at have me frownin’
If you’re looking for love, wake up its not gonna come
The truth has me laughing out loud, or is that the pot in my lungs
Mentally adjusting, with momentum and adrenaline just pumpin’
I consider my rhetoric so profane, secular, or mundane
Regularly untamed, ready for the one thing
That’ll kill the devils that are running
My head leveling the objects reveling in f@cking
Up everything I’m loving, desperate for somebody
Tired of the hard days put up your lighters for the parties
I will grow stronger no longer will you find me at a soiree
Sacrilegious, and spinning out of control
Finding women only to be getting down in their holes
Let me sound off on hos, loving one just one I’d be estoy contento
So many b!tches playin’ games, they’ve destroyed my mental
Ya boy is extroverted, I don’t like to f@ck around ya got me all wrong
Some of these women make me wanna give them bodily harm
Hotties love charm, and luckily that’s a skill I possess
I have my way with so many, empty is what I’m feeling I guess
That which brings me pleasure, produces pain
I give these ladies nothing, so they do the same
When I seduce a dame, I wanna respect every chick that I do
But that's an Emmitt at the end of his career, its easy to catch 22
Lyrics, but the crossroads I’m at have me frownin’
If you’re looking for love, wake up its not gonna come
The truth has me laughing out loud, or is that the pot in my lungs
Mentally adjusting, with momentum and adrenaline just pumpin’
I consider my rhetoric so profane, secular, or mundane
Regularly untamed, ready for the one thing
That’ll kill the devils that are running
My head leveling the objects reveling in f@cking
Up everything I’m loving, desperate for somebody
Tired of the hard days put up your lighters for the parties
I will grow stronger no longer will you find me at a soiree
Sacrilegious, and spinning out of control
Finding women only to be getting down in their holes
Let me sound off on hos, loving one just one I’d be estoy contento
So many b!tches playin’ games, they’ve destroyed my mental
Ya boy is extroverted, I don’t like to f@ck around ya got me all wrong
Some of these women make me wanna give them bodily harm
Hotties love charm, and luckily that’s a skill I possess
I have my way with so many, empty is what I’m feeling I guess
That which brings me pleasure, produces pain
I give these ladies nothing, so they do the same
When I seduce a dame, I wanna respect every chick that I do
But that's an Emmitt at the end of his career, its easy to catch 22