two and a half.. minutes of blasphemy
you ask for me.. eswitch like being trapped beneath
the earth.. a beast unearthed
alchemy.. spit gold like constantly
*hold up*
catch my breath.. to ask the es
for battle stress.. got strength to kick ya ass
it's like.. i'm goliath.. you david's ass
not attached.. i mean his donkey, jerk ass
quick fast.. with the lyrical fangs
up all night.. recordin' for just a couple my fans
and every quarter i have.. for havin some fans
i have like a whole dollar man..
rich as fuck..
if dick was enough to buy ya love
get pissy drunk.. and walk amongst
please..
would you be so kind..
as to leave the toilet seat up
as i.. *get down*
with my bad self..
4, 3, 2, 1.. *here we go*
i'm like a terrorist cell
sell anything.. even the devil himself
parachute.. as i deliver lyrical hell
individual.. movin' like ya soul enterin' hell
*oh shit*
i offended ya now.. fuck you
and every inch of ya pal
