i had an idea to use some of my old lines mixed with some new ones to make a tite lil spit
ite..itz stylz now, change of spellin
Story behind the song
i had an idea to use some of my old lines mixed with some new ones to make a tite lil spit
Lyrics
you tha tree 'i'll cut down' n 'leave' a 'semi-tree'/ (cemetery)
when people 'see you spittin' 'they think you suck' instantly/ (suck dicks,spittin cum)
'dont mess around with me' coz i'll have your 'body dropped'/
'im so crazy' 'i'll hire tha cops to pop the shot'/
'pop ya' fuckin 'head off' like when ya 'pop a spot'/
they comin to find your ass whether your ready or not/
wherever you be, here tha shots n take them serious/
more 'blood 'll pour outta you' than 'four bitches' 'on there periods'/
damn right you hearin this,you should now be inspired/
itz like ya throwin 'stones' on 'fire' coz ya makin me 'tyred'/ (tired,firestone tyres)
tha only 'lyrical gift' you got is 'a cd for christmas'/
ya 'lifes movin on' at tha 'rate' of 'still fuckin pictures'/
you bunch of bitches have took tha wrong path look/
you couldnt get 'signed' if you were an 'autograph book'/
i'll 'treat ya like a car','knock out ya lights' with this mic/
only time you 'spittin words' is when you 'throw up alphabites'/
i'm like an 'extended ladder'...'goin to new heights'/
i wouldn't 'see ya point' if you stabbed me with a 'spike'/
ya tellin 'stories' of 'dicks' while you sip a 'cock-tale'/(cocktail)
if ya initials were 'msn' u still couldnt be a 'hot-male'/ (msn hotmail)
i will not fail with tha amount of pain i'll enhance/
im leavin you like a 'monopoly board' with no 'chance'/
watch you 'dance' as i 'drive-bye' you in my 'automobile'/
you couldn't roll on '24's if tha 'earth' was ya 'wheelz'/ (24 inch rims,24 hours)
hows it feel,to have lead inside of you combust/
im 'cussin' on u that much you can call me 'sir-cuss'/(circus)
i'll leave you fuckin 'choked' like my mic was a 'noose'/
my 'punch'lines' 'hit harder' than 'child abuse'/
