by Inches » Oct 22nd, '06, 00:45
I pack punches like lunches, ready with machettes,
that'll tear you up, face lookin like confetti
you aint a club banger you a playgroud jammer,
its pretty much over, hand me the tournament bannner
ima real punchline kid, forget lloyd banks,
i date straight models, you date street corner skanks,
and you try to call them ya hoes, but everyone knows,
you take off ya clothes, and its their last meal they dispose (ughh)
BUT, you got a fat groupie, who wants to shag ya',
probly the only rapper who needs to use viagra!
cause just like your dick you need medication to blow up,
and your penis, you hope it hurrys the fuck and grows up!
and DAMN ya rhymes is like ya pubic hair,
thinnin out, and you can see bugs everywhere!
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