S.i.R Records
LoTTo, Dead-Mic, Da-Doncon, Offbeat
We have a hobby, so we do it up...
Listen and Enjoy peeps!
Welcome to S.i.R
Sir LoTTery
Dead-Mic
Da-Doncon
Off-Beat
you'll see the skills
Lyrics
This is over, I'm battling a clown.
This is over, here comes a beat down.
Do do do do do do do do do do do...shut the fuck up
Before I 'bat-man' like 'Bonds', thats 'trucked up'
Your lucks-up, LoTTo 1 win, against these jokers
Tony-'k' is 'nay', 'special' like ...some 'holed' gofers
I got my bofers, to deplete discreet and force the excrete
From ya ass , you deciet-rainbowed-complete geek
Your styles weak and unique, and more dirty than ellicot-creek
You Fuckin sneak, I found this kid gramplin' like ticks to the 'penquin'
Your a 'ghost' I'ma 'bust ya ass' like 'bake-man', from 'Ghost Busters'
Nut-tucker muther-fucker, you get crammed in fire-trucks, Fay-go sucker
I - C - P drippin from ya knee, scared of me? you fuckin joker - tony
Ya full of bologna, rhymes are phony as sony ... im bout to rig-a-toni
We show up to battle, ya dressed in white-face paint
That's the color of sperm-banks you learn-thanks
Your make-up termmed-Frank's, jokers stupid you worm-plank
While u shlack I attack with a back-smack of pipe-racks
To spike-rats goin at Tony the Buffoon, lyrical co-coon to this loon
That spoons his poon, u fuckin gorilla like Monsoon, leavin ya dryed up like prunes (in sand-dunes)
I'm 'robbin' this victory like 'Nicholls-son' thats No 'Jack'
Faggots pro-crack, on the low-back ... but still aglowed wack
Your beats soundin more 'shitty' that 'port-a-pottys'
I'm the 'lord-of-Gottis' you fuck with LoTTo come and enter the hord-of-bodies
LoTTo the illest, the most insight delight rap polite peep of illness
I'll leave ya more burned and holy than a plate of some grilled-swiss
I reminicse, your post lack lyrics, they portray nuthin but words
Rhyme hazards, I get more cheers than the Spaniard
Jokes on you, take ya laugh-box you giraffe cock, and stop with the rif-raff-burdock
Yo bro, dum-bo...I'm LoTTo the pharor, bout to unvelcro the arrow
Recieved in your bone-marrow
It's through, I'll stop ... c'mon beat just drop
'Jokers' left 'fallen' like on 'Gotham's citys' 'roof-top'
