theman080
04-02-07, 02:25 PM
...and I aint complainin, I'm Back!! No parade or platinum plaque?? Not even a welcoming band or a singing telegram, fukk yall then, but without further ado...
Place is pickin up dust, the old scribes is covered and blurried
But ****ers observe me, back to bring the cup to the thirsty
You're particular taste, doubt it, this is vehicular waste
A sinister shake, broken adrenaline capsules that'll pick up the pace
*****es need to lift up ya face, come back and behold force
All that left is two big fakes, like strip searchin Anna Nicole's corpse
But 080s back, the lone source of flow torch smokin wit prose coarse
Still on track, rattlein raps natural while you saddle a clone horse
Get some imagination, drop a verse thats absent of fabrication
This aint a diss, but if it feels like one then master that sour statement^^^
Or I'll be bashin ya ****** face in while laughin at bastards placement
At the foot of my throne, still envious of plenty ****, but couldn't atone
My vast catalogue will better your sloppy sentence, so never get at it dog
I'm rather raw while your stagnant pause is just revealin ya massive flaws
You run out of material, which is a blessin, cuz we tired of hearin you
If you desire to hear me through then you just, just, just, just might....
Realize I'm better then you ever will be....
Place is pickin up dust, the old scribes is covered and blurried
But ****ers observe me, back to bring the cup to the thirsty
You're particular taste, doubt it, this is vehicular waste
A sinister shake, broken adrenaline capsules that'll pick up the pace
*****es need to lift up ya face, come back and behold force
All that left is two big fakes, like strip searchin Anna Nicole's corpse
But 080s back, the lone source of flow torch smokin wit prose coarse
Still on track, rattlein raps natural while you saddle a clone horse
Get some imagination, drop a verse thats absent of fabrication
This aint a diss, but if it feels like one then master that sour statement^^^
Or I'll be bashin ya ****** face in while laughin at bastards placement
At the foot of my throne, still envious of plenty ****, but couldn't atone
My vast catalogue will better your sloppy sentence, so never get at it dog
I'm rather raw while your stagnant pause is just revealin ya massive flaws
You run out of material, which is a blessin, cuz we tired of hearin you
If you desire to hear me through then you just, just, just, just might....
Realize I'm better then you ever will be....