You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what Im battin Got a few hooks but no jabs Took em out your corndog books and notepads I get it, you Got Rich robbin those in the industry Bite off this one, steal from your enemy Never try to play the hottest one out your camp He might step off and take half the juice from your amp Enough to make you Vogue on the cover of GQ Only missin the sheer blouse. Homie, you see-through Stop sippin on that Formula 50 They want heat, Ill give it to them burnt and crispy Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it Especially these overrated rap steppin fetchers I told you if I rain, therell be an eternal drizzle Woodwork strips being chipped to charred chisel One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit No matter what, you still Window Shop for lyrics If yous a pimp, put chicks on a stroll And if those your soldiers, give em bigger guns to gold Who Shot Ya? You dont have enough on your roster Move like a Fed, talk like a mobster That Yayo slangin, please abort it Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they wont snort it Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides You can get your best ghostwriters. Get them all to testify Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets? Five hundred killa bees, buzzin and really on it Whipped with CUBAN LINX, cut with LIQUID SWORDS Choked by IRONMAN til we crush your vocal cords. You aint nothin but a pig in a blanket Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet. All this rap crap thats trapped in your colon Only means, get rid of the wack sh-- ya holdin Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the Candyshop You aint gotta handcuff em to see the panties drop A few cats is lookin for a rat with cheese Got somethin to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease Get your ankles rolled while doin your two-step Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu left Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the cream You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream And yo, I dont smoke dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits With the brush stroke off the canvas I walk on your Gators and lizards, Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rockin them Blizzards Wanna be caught til you walk the D-Block To get a transfer, Ill spread your wings like Peacocks I was an emcee while you was in Nutville On a world tour, you was gettin your guts feeled Ten years ya sayin but I flow like Im twenty-one Straight out Medina with a mass of many sons Super nova give off gamma-ray bursts And Ill finish this, only cause I let off first
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 18:05:02 +0000
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