theman080
08-21-07, 09:30 PM
"...yeah likewise, tired of rap guys who phaggits..."
Leave it to me to shut eyes & swoll up ya whole outside
I got somethin on my chest, but I cant cant get it off
Superman logo with cold flows, stanzas is raw
So cut the top 10 lists, you beggin for compliments
Been bottom feedin on the foodchain, I'm sittin on the top of it
These tag team drag queens is riffin wit some confidence
The finisher is monsterous, extinguishin ya finer shyt
You talk alotta lip, these puzzies is peirced together
So when I let off a clip ( :ohmy: ), ya team is appearin severed
Lets be real, you can be the thesis while I'm weedin the joint
I'll rap nonsense & son you, thats defeating the point
Yeah bytch, my sole intention is sole impressions
Left in the entrance to ya placenta, bettin ya know the lesson
No question I own the essense, ya defenses is short
You bringin nonstop flow that's always dead at the port
This is my B game, you C game, only when I exhibit
You're not makin the cut, so I'll step up wit the incizion
I bring the circle of life irony wit my barrel at ya eyelid
Squint ya eyes and stare, the hammer will bare the science
And since I got short-term memory, you career i could write
Its funny a bunch of over-worded drops, just ya career is concise
You appearin as trife, but which one is endearin as wife
Or do you switch roles to see whoses gonna steer on a mic
Decapitation, neck lookin like the tip to pyramid's might
If ya still breathin after I ether, its a miracle right?
I can picture ya back and forth pm's that are hypin you up
"You the illest"
"Nah, thats you son"
.................................................................Both of you suck
Whose cokin you up, before they reattach ya throat to his nuts
Which ones which, in this depiction I think both of em fukked
Leave it to me to shut eyes & swoll up ya whole outside
I got somethin on my chest, but I cant cant get it off
Superman logo with cold flows, stanzas is raw
So cut the top 10 lists, you beggin for compliments
Been bottom feedin on the foodchain, I'm sittin on the top of it
These tag team drag queens is riffin wit some confidence
The finisher is monsterous, extinguishin ya finer shyt
You talk alotta lip, these puzzies is peirced together
So when I let off a clip ( :ohmy: ), ya team is appearin severed
Lets be real, you can be the thesis while I'm weedin the joint
I'll rap nonsense & son you, thats defeating the point
Yeah bytch, my sole intention is sole impressions
Left in the entrance to ya placenta, bettin ya know the lesson
No question I own the essense, ya defenses is short
You bringin nonstop flow that's always dead at the port
This is my B game, you C game, only when I exhibit
You're not makin the cut, so I'll step up wit the incizion
I bring the circle of life irony wit my barrel at ya eyelid
Squint ya eyes and stare, the hammer will bare the science
And since I got short-term memory, you career i could write
Its funny a bunch of over-worded drops, just ya career is concise
You appearin as trife, but which one is endearin as wife
Or do you switch roles to see whoses gonna steer on a mic
Decapitation, neck lookin like the tip to pyramid's might
If ya still breathin after I ether, its a miracle right?
I can picture ya back and forth pm's that are hypin you up
"You the illest"
"Nah, thats you son"
.................................................................Both of you suck
Whose cokin you up, before they reattach ya throat to his nuts
Which ones which, in this depiction I think both of em fukked