Aight Son...
Watch my Tongue catch the groove as spit lubricates gum, vertebrates are stung//
Open wounds dipped in rum, mixed with some// lemon and salt - lyrics shot in catapults, my artillery defeat ya whole Hip Hop colt// Crew, who, people don’t know what to do, Day-Day drives lyrics like a screw// I get FELT like a crowd surfing feminine, watch ya step or you’ll LOSE YOURSELF like Eminem// Like 50, I’ll rip Many Men, Battle , You, Who? ANYTHING// The chemical reaction when we get to clappin’ Will have ya voice Scratchin’ Like Tracy Chapman// now watch what happens when lips start flappin’// I’m surrounded by Nuts like a swirl, yr bisexual ass is singing with Britney “IM NOT A GIRL”// Man im Hot like Hally Berry, your staring at ya telly, eating jelly the FAT version of Nelly// Constantly, thinkin’ ya better than me, but you never WILL BE, coz ya style is UGLY like FERRIS MC//
now what? and?
hahaha, gettin' torn down by a storm now...
