Lyrics
I wanna get together and celebrate with my breathern, the weathers been so very cold so ive been home Bettrn
My speach like a president, i speak like a veteran, on the beaches of Normandy, singN Sweet Chariot.
I do music and i enfuse it with hidden clues, in the sylabols are chemicals, political views of capitols
Analytical Stew Cassorol, Gimme a NEW microphone, DissmissN Rap Battlers, like Boulders to Catapaults...
I disperse my cursed verses, hurtN a Person worse than the First Virgins Privacy Pusre BurstN SplurgN
Leavn Em Worthless, squirm'N, Burn'N, Police Circle'N
Workn With FIRM Clergymen, StudderN Learned Testament.
Im NOTHING LESS than THE BEST SPECIEMEN, Wrestle'N Chest EX-CRIMENT,
From my Breast, EFFECTIVELY, and Direct'N it towards my Enemies...
Im SURROUNDED by Tight Flow,
Im so COLD yer Brain'll FREEZE.
YOURE Surrounded by Tight Flow,
like a Ho-mos Anal Beads...
Anti-Freeze, not even saveN these Geeks,
They weak in the knees, when they hearN my Beats..
Like Zombies, I Haunt These..Flawlessy
Im harder than the Concreate, Armor stronger Than Hercules...
And Im Dirty when im Rappn, See Im scratchN, BUT NO FLEAS,
and my palm Bleeds, everytime im write'N a rhyme for ROOKIES.
This Guys needs another HOOKED BEAT, im sicka These STREET HO-MIES,
THEY PHONEY, like Cellular Devices, I regulate Despite this, But this dudes in crisis
He Musta ate my DICES, hes CHOKN, no jokn
and i know that its SINGULAR, But He ate my Phone PRICES,
and Im HopN that he Likes it, Cuz NEXT HELL PROLLY BITE THIS
But i know that hell never fight THIS, cuz my right Fist,is a HIT LIST,
Clentched like a DIKE BITCH, witha Flash Light, in her Tight Clit..
and i Might get my knife set spittn to white supremasists,
THIS ALL STARTED WITH AN ESCAPE ARTIST, HE RAN AWAY, WHEN I WAS TRYNA PLAY, SO I CALLED HIM GAY AND TOOK A SHIT
ON HIS PAGE...YO THE MYSPACE IS WHERE I EARNED MY NAME..
BUT THEN HIS FRIEND SAID, "ID LIKE TO BATTLE MAN" THIS IS MY FIRST-ONE
(I KNOW I DONT STAND A CHANCE)BUT IF YOU WILL JUST GIVE ME ONE SECOND, IILL GET ON THE MIC AND TEACH YOU A
LESSON...
LIKE STAXXX OF SHIT IMA DROP YOU LIKE COM-ITS, SUCKN ON MY DICK, MAKE THIS BITCH WANNA VOMIT..
GARGLE MY OMLET, THEN Write ME A COMMENT, TELL ME HOW MY HOW FEELS TO BE FIGHTn WITH NONSENSE
NOT SPITTN LIKE A LAMA, YER SPITTN LIKE MADONNA...SUCKN ALL THE DRAMA OUTTA HIGH SKOOL,
PUTTN IT ON YER RAP TRACKS, DAWG ITS NOT COOL..IMA FIGHT YOU, WITH MY RIGHT SHOE
DONT GIVE A DAMN DUDE--BEAT YA TILL YA FUCKN DROOL...
THIS ALL STARTED WITH AN ESCAPE ARTIST, HE RAN AWAY, WHEN I WAS TRYNA PLAY, SO I CALLED HIM GAY AND TOOK A SHIT
ON HIS PAGE...YO THE MYSPACE IS WHERE I EARNED MY NAME..
