Beats, Rhymes, & Life
It's my turn, I was given the power, I'd rather die fighting than live as a coward
I think the worst; it happens; the plot just thickens
The clock is ticking, I don't twist words, I'll leave your throat slit in six 3rds like Nick Berg
But I'd rather write, make fun of death, & laugh at life
Excuse me lady, but look how crazy you're driving him, got 99 problems, my bitch is 85 of them
Me & my alter ego don't share the same thoughts
I'm sadistic with a twisted sense of humor
I'd do an eye-for-an-eye, but I don't respect you, so I'll use an AIDS-infected needle to stab both your retinas
I hustle, but hate to scuffle
When we go hand-to-hand, I always break your knuckles
...Fornicate with your mind, FUCK what you thought
Please let me divorce you from fucking breathing
Your fucking sneezing and shit is annoying
You're a fucking fiend in the foyer, watching you while you're sleeping, only creeping
Catch your coronary, I'll catch you at your corner deli at 4 in the morning, no warning, no pause to get ready You fall in the window revolving onto the sordid machetes
Your fall off camp is like seeing a cat falling off a doggone branch
Like seeing the same branch, leaves on in December
Weather's still hot, get it? Falls off
Damn I'm clever
I make cuts on my dick with masochistic tactics and then take a fat ish
While simultaneously stabbing a pregnant fat bitch on a vomit covered mattress
While the fetus uses my dick to practice gymnastics, dancing on it like a balance beam doing backflips
See I be on some other shit
Like fuck your dead mother shit
Disrespect your whole character
I don't know what these bitches think you're ugly and your pussy stinks
I ain't gotta force It
Stole everything but the kitchen sink
See, you're just mad bitch
And you suck mad dick
My shit is fire with no practice
And niggers should call you Frying Pan
Cause your face is like a frying pan
And niggers throw their meat in you
Then you burn them like a frying pan
I'm not lying man
See, I dont really want it
My shit come natural
Exposing all your skeleton
Straight gettin at you
Tellin everybody I'm gonna fuck you up
When I catch you,Know what I'm talkin about
I think the worst; it happens; the plot just thickens
The clock is ticking, I don't twist words, I'll leave your throat slit in six 3rds like Nick Berg
But I'd rather write, make fun of death, & laugh at life
Excuse me lady, but look how crazy you're driving him, got 99 problems, my bitch is 85 of them
Me & my alter ego don't share the same thoughts
I'm sadistic with a twisted sense of humor
I'd do an eye-for-an-eye, but I don't respect you, so I'll use an AIDS-infected needle to stab both your retinas
I hustle, but hate to scuffle
When we go hand-to-hand, I always break your knuckles
...Fornicate with your mind, FUCK what you thought
Please let me divorce you from fucking breathing
Your fucking sneezing and shit is annoying
You're a fucking fiend in the foyer, watching you while you're sleeping, only creeping
Catch your coronary, I'll catch you at your corner deli at 4 in the morning, no warning, no pause to get ready You fall in the window revolving onto the sordid machetes
Your fall off camp is like seeing a cat falling off a doggone branch
Like seeing the same branch, leaves on in December
Weather's still hot, get it? Falls off
Damn I'm clever
I make cuts on my dick with masochistic tactics and then take a fat ish
While simultaneously stabbing a pregnant fat bitch on a vomit covered mattress
While the fetus uses my dick to practice gymnastics, dancing on it like a balance beam doing backflips
See I be on some other shit
Like fuck your dead mother shit
Disrespect your whole character
I don't know what these bitches think you're ugly and your pussy stinks
I ain't gotta force It
Stole everything but the kitchen sink
See, you're just mad bitch
And you suck mad dick
My shit is fire with no practice
And niggers should call you Frying Pan
Cause your face is like a frying pan
And niggers throw their meat in you
Then you burn them like a frying pan
I'm not lying man
See, I dont really want it
My shit come natural
Exposing all your skeleton
Straight gettin at you
Tellin everybody I'm gonna fuck you up
When I catch you,Know what I'm talkin about
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