by C-Game » Oct 10th, '06, 18:09
nice drop bro
heres my drop
16 bars exactly
peace out
he is a skitzophrenick in a schizo-clinic who thinks-so-cynic and he sits-so-timid
in a strapped jacket with a wish-to-mimic, eM Jay someday and pick young dick-to-lick-it
he romance old-MANS-alot and pole-DANCE-A-LOT,wen 17 he played medieval "sir-lance-a lot"
he prance-a-lot till he get spanked-a-lot,and his wifes screamin "shizo ur shootin blanks-a-lot"
got the divorce an he-forced to hv more dick-in-his-house, jesus! he is not even missing-his-spouse
and my lyrical homo promos aint pissin-him-out,aint a miracle coz a big po pos kissing-his-mouth
this aint discrimination its a misinterpretation, men eloping is not legal still-in-this-nation
u bend down on ur knees an keep wish-in-to-satan, ur destined for hell u aint enlisted-in-heaven
u dose ur self with-a-steroid-for-a-text-battle, u hold ur self in-a-spheroid-for-a-sex-battle
u boast urself so much seein me get ur legs-rattle, u loathe urself so much cz u wana get-chattel
ur haunted by ur lame excuse of life and cause, and a rolling stone never gathers no moss
ur a sinner with confessions front of the cross,the fingers pointed to u, ur the reason ur lost
i dont need the whole alpha-bets-and-numbers when im done youll grab-your-chest-and-fumble
i'll manage with an "A" an a "K" post fixed with 47 to petrude ur bullet proof vest,-your-crumbled
im blindfolded hands tied as u sucker-punch,didnt feel a thing, you gotta speed it up-a-bunch
wats up-for-lunch o its skitzos dead lyrics wraped in bread,u fled coz u just dealt with da upper-crust
cynic - havin a pessimistic view
shootin blanks a lot - infertile
spheroid - puttin body in a curvy position
chattel - get movin / run
rolling stone never gathers no moss - meaningless life