the only way you see land is in your pants like black afghan
youre the rap inversion of stan romancin without action
the blood guy on acid trippin next to the exit sittin
i set it up etra trivial my storys a written text bout
splittin asses
youre the chapter where i ask for some ad pages
my neck fell asleep during the short passages
its not a scipt ment for the masses
they better believe they can relax n b happy
its more a side note to remind self called experts
that no one cares if they made a more acceptable rap verse
aight you call for stress n i do fall for breasts man
sex sells in this game cause the market is entertainment
its how i came and ill see and conquer ba-bes
youre falling for aliens those eight armed sucker cupped aliens
you get slapped bitcheylious from the backside
by my kick ass styles that came just in time
your file under r on the pile infront da air duct
no tape no wittness nevertheless well done
"slamdunked" a new brand on pressuring air into thumbs
which is rare if im not there hun
my style marks an upped thrill per minute
like a pity its splittin somes fiddled mind trippin
for a visit that misses a thing and comes back kickin
in shittin on mid skilled minions and knittin em fixed
and grillen em livin and em swishin down liquid
you need a mint im fresh like eversince
i hash tag my lines cuz it sells and i win
i blast mine in a minute leavin a scar in your middle
come get soma dizzle which is not that big of a riddle
react on this music like i gave it you, you schizo
either way of my labyrinth system
switches like crazy like some people what they wear
it obviously comin way back from the symptoms
spreadin lava into eardrums and the fly ladys cheer
not with heinecken beer you gonna ruin it
have your eyes on their rear
theyre askin for root that grow
deep in despair
sort of week end atmosphere plus cheeks kissin my executive chair in new bel air
