punchlinekings.com ... came half ass cause I was sick...
Ill new school hip hop.
Just ill rhymes and diverse rhythms I put in my flow.
Lyrics
[verse one: "they aint ready"]
battlin like a mute owl, i don't give a hoot
cause it's easy to smoke J wit it's roots
call for your crew, they'll still vote for myself
you guys are klassik's, collectin up dust on a shelf
see the last girl you wit called you little bitch
i'm a snatch ya glasses, leave ya lookin illiterate
change ya favorite color, but you'll never have read
fag wit more hands up his ass than Mr. Potato head
a black nerd wit glasses rappin bout gangsterism
the hottest thing you ever cooked was in the kitchen
it's easy to point out why you ain't the best
always come half ass like homo handi-cap sex
and with that resembilence, is nimrod ya father?
like rape victims, this bitch bout to get smothered
i know ya bitch ass gonna stay sad undercovers
cause the only viginas he's seen was his an his mothers
[verse two: "spit these bars"]
[bridge]
my game is on point and yours
ain't nothin' an get off dog
my dick man, you bitch man
you just a little boy
[verse]
my shit is real so there no strings like guitars
like drag-on said, you can't spit these bars
not even ya soliva in a jail cell compares
you ain't no devil so don't even dare
I can rip up the flow like you don't even know
and drop it back on track like booty on floors
you wanna do this raw, boy just move it on
i'm goin on to another round like boobie whores
i'm a spit through this like coochie dog
you can't make a jam, cause ya hoop is gone
ya flow be choppier than a damn cheese grator
control that pitch, sound like chicks wit a vibrator
lay off the speed, talkin like an auctioneer
I come clean, when you cum - ya mom like oh dear
I'm take this battle like ya flat out no showed
you a no pro like luda wit no hoes
how can I picture you winnin' when you a loser
I engineer to write, an compose as a producer
kid you sixteen outta miami, that shit is poop
call me lawn care, cause from the jump im pullin out Rootz
