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Lyrics
im a ghost writer! my flow goes right up the rows
to light up the shows cause i choose to write up in prose,
to let these h*** know what im saying cause its a pain
to put astericks for u bastards who always complain
that you cant catch sh** on the first attempt
so i have to explain everything when my verse is sent
got the gift of rhyming and the words to blend
its all about timing when the world will end
anyways back to spitting fact or fiction
laugh im kiddin is this girl's a cat or kitten
still a pussy something u'll never hitten
keep listen as i construct a rhyme structure
so that i will mind f*** ya cripple
your a simpleton simpson still spitting simple,
im woing women by simpiliy grinning with my dimple,
a stallian born to be moulding my thoughts like pottery
id possibly be richer than donald trump winning the italian lottery
girls in the club better get f*** ed up
showing their cups with their breast tucked up
thrown in a tub just to wet that up
so im in love better mess that up
oh your thug with your chest sucked up
no one to judge if you dress that tough
rollin some bud let me smoke that stuff
gone in your lungs gotta hold that puff
lets go start talkin about women it helps to sell
stupid b*** es love hearing songs about themselves
so i catter to low taste but im a fine vine buyer
can rhyme tigher women down loads like limewire
im a high timer f*** ing your wife or widow
coming climbing up from a weeping willow
sneeking through the window to get some lovin indoor
leaving my semens stains on your husband's pillow
just flip it over im sure he wont notice
like pulling up to a red carpet event in a ford focus
buy your girlfriend an suv she'll be liking that sh**
its more roomy in the back when she's riding my dick
jackin me off i cant understand how they go home to their man
and feed them food with the same hand god damn
what is she hiding? im on an island styling frankly
you need to thank me i keep your girlfriend smiling
girls in the club better get f*** ed up
showing their cups with their breast tucked up
thrown in a tub just to wet that up
so im in love better mess that up
oh your thug with your chest sucked up
no one to judge if you dress that tough
rollin some bud let me smoke that stuff
gone in your lungs gotta hold that puff
f*** your crticism considering as a citizen
u dont have a right to question my lyricisim
my vemon is racing not settling so ladies and gentlement
i may seem better than couple of mainstream veterans
name 'em and i'll tame 'em with a sh** ty computer mic
pity i aint your usual type of dude u use to like
each verse is directed towards a different target group
beef is too hard for you please stick to garden food
this a warning to who ever thinks im a bickering fool,
i'll scream in monotone and still sound sicker than u
anyways lets get back to the party wut up bartender
feed me enough booze so i can f*** up my car fender
if ur booze seems non digestable, start puking sh**
and keep doing it your suseptable to stupid sh**
if u think ur high then drink and drive its respectable
cause killin a gay person on the road at night is acceptable