Merch - Nathan Slimm (Round 1)
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droppin' like pigeon shit poppin' like pimple zits,
make this cat backflip like simple acrobatics,
I show up unexpected, i'm herpes erected,
on the go your flow slurpies, sure-beets hectic,
when you speak, every brain freeze, where's the heat,
games weak, bendin' knees tryin' to stand with no feet,
retreat bush left fled with no mission to beat,
just a lot of dead flows lyin' dead in a creek,
I got horrific thoughts n' spit that will show your soft,
fly shit that'll just pop up n' twist your eye-lids off,
nathan slimm can't make his spits sawna rock-hot,
unless he crumples his sheet n' toss it on-a crock-pot,
that still takes time like midgets at a crossin' sign,
run out of life line before rhymes are hot as mine,
I'll grind your fuckin' jaw-line like ecstacy pills,
spine stuck n' raw don't stop till it technically kills,
couldn't roll in the middle of a rimless wheel, beat a deal,
this bum couldn't buy an unexspensive meal,
nathan wannabe slimm's brother his stomach butter flutters,
spacin' even double m's like this muffin' fluffer stutters,
doesn't have a father just a hooker slut-mother,
an abortion that woke up in a maggot shut-dumpster,
that would explain why this kids face look insane,
nose bleedain the cocaine can't remember his name, (what?)
I got a metal frame resistant to sprains n' pains,
whole other level train, you stuck on nintendo games,
gang banged n' scarred his eye drenched in a jizz batch,
check his avatar, left him with an eye-patch,
get by the fog you wishin' step up get a wii-fit,
oh my god even christians don't believe-it,
leave this pussy brick behind the clit-slit,
we got an unwanted present thats not a bit-gifted, (hahaha)
not automatic but this dip-stick be gettin' shifted,
rather listen to crick-its then hear this ass-slit spit-shit,
(crickets)
