Californian vagabonds do battle with lyrical lexicons....
For free studio time...just play the back you get suplexed upon...
I'm in you like suppositories...similar to narocoleptic....
Let's not battle, hun....'cause I'm finshing what you setted....
Yo, on the low ya chest game is PATHETIC....just a push up...
Playtex orientated you'll see my grill piece when you look up....
And I eclipse your new day like the sun in April...
Stick to doing shots with Windimoto 'cause your skills are but a fable...
You couch dive and pantomiming the jive to keep it live...
Meanwhile the styles you smile about have been dated since 85....
Trick, I berated ya rhyme....hope you settled for a five 'cause you could NEVER be a dime...
Demon jook you for ya shine....