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1216<P>Third round, I'm coming harder than porn stars, from afar<BR>I'll tar your automobile car with space stars at mardi gras<BR>you picked the long straw, sacrafice, its actually a good deed<BR>but you wouldn't be holy if you were the abbot of swiss cheese<BR>I put chicken feed on ya face, so birds would peck ya eyes out<BR>better call time out, im just a round from winnin the title bout<BR>ya shit sucks, like the girls i meet, you're like turtle meat<BR>at myrtle beach, cause I eat ya insides and leave ya shell on the street<BR>I got you yelling; bout to retreat, cause you bout to face defeat<BR>while I spit verses with more presence than a Malcom X Speech<BR>You're playing Pokemon, while Im toking on, this magic gravity bong<BR>you couldn't make a run at winning, if you was wearing nylons<BR>I paint verbal pictures; lyrical krylon, taggin masterpieces<BR>You're like acient egypt, im the nile only giving you measly feces<BR>to eat when there's a drought, you gettin beaten like Steve Stout<BR>i got you in a bottomless pit headlock; impossible to get out
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