Lyrics
So you got writers block? u cant think of lines,
Why dont you blaze a toke a have a drink of sum kind,
Create a rhyme and just use your head,
Its no good writin when you jts jumped outta bed,
Have some breakfast, watch some music On TV,
read the papers, or listen to ya fave CD,
But See Me, I always have this problem,
n when i see a old cupple then u know i gotta rob em
shit im jus kiddin, i dont know what to write,
All i know is im dyin to get on the mic,
So ims how u the light, how tell ya how to get thru,
Havin writers block, and show u what ya can do,
You can rap about ya crew, you can rhyme one liners,
You can think about the world or rap about ya highness,
I dont mean royalty i mean gettin yasekf stoned,
Ya can rap about drugs, or the girl ya just boned
I always get this shit, when i dont know what to write,
Cant get on the mic, cuz aint a single word in mind
So i make a ryhme, not thinkin of what to say
i hate this writers this writers block it happens every other day
Im stil typin n fightin against this block,
words slowly comin too me, n i just wanna stop,
But i dont flop, cuz music is my life,
Please ignore me people if talkin a loada shite,
n if you lucky i might tell you bout last night,
I fucked my girl until the bitch turned white,
That pussy was tight, i rammed my cok down her throat
i come so fucking hard the woman started to choke,
i thought Oh No, shes gonna die here,
So io fucked her once more, then grabbed out a beer,
Anyway..im runnin out of things to chat,
So here it goes imm just type n rap,
I aint the type thats wack, My flows ill,
I see cats tryna compete with a mic but...no skill,
2 verses wil be enough for everyone,
Thats It, Im Out, Yep Im gone....
