by SoniK » Nov 12th, '05, 11:55
ericks so gay, even his draws are pink
he a house hold man, workin at the kitchen sink
washin dishes with an apron, call him Happy Chef
slap his ears stupid, now call him Happy Deaf
man i finish you like races, hatred towards ur faces
and ur whole places, where hippies reside alongside prossies who's tasteless
yeh i bin to amsterdamn, got drunk as fuck
and u tried ur luck
tryna sell urself to me for ya currency
thats not what my idea of fun is G
where did u cum from neway, I'm a real MC
i can say these rhymes, not just write em
and they're all myn, i don't just Bite em
but i do bite peeps lyk u, straight in the leg
coz i'm a dog, and u a postman pussy, pull out ya tech
fake gangster, ne mor pussy, and ur face wud be a clit
and u can't COME at me, cuz u aint got no DICK!
and thas not sum gay shit, i say shit to hurt you
lyrically burst you
that ballon u flyin is a HEARSE too
and luk i put it in capitals, so u realise u LOSING
them black marks on ur face, is how many times i'm BRUSING
as well as a faggot, you a bunch of RACIST MATERIAL
Frosted and sugar coated lyk sum Pre Schooler's CEREAL
W I G G E R you're infrerior, a pussy with no interior
i ent hearin ya, not even realisin ur mere existence
u cant put up ne more resistance
and with all this persistance
i ent even gettin fed up, for an instance
i'm calm as a mother fucker, so say what you will
but when i cum bak from huntin, pull ur body out and say what i killed!!
(I've been patiently waiting for Erick to get rolled on//
though he was sum gangster, but hold on//
he a pussy and a fake, and not known of//
his defeat will be his fame, wen he's blown off//
and bitches lyk him better stop showin off//
TR for life, and better get ya tough tone off//
coz u as soft as ice cream with the cone off//)
R.i.p big proof
what now??