Intro for the fuck of it
"Mister, Mister don't you miss her?"
nope life's a bitch and I only kissed her,
and her sister. Extra, extra!!! im on point like dexter,
a text ho with the best flow, etcetera . . . etcetera.
And plus, broads got bush to beat around it, yup,
that was meant to come out exactly how it sounded,
pound it, you can count it as another hot line dial Jimmys hot line,
i jot lines down like master minds plot crimes, times 10 . . .
Learn to live lines,
cause every rhyme you jack,
every lines a fact,
I'm not behind the mic, fingers crossed behind my back.
fuck biters and bad sports,
i rip corn balls wearin ed harty tees and plaid shorts,
ive taken mad shorts,
you like my shit,
try and write my shit get off my dick bite this.
commercial rap's what you choose to spit,
commercial hip-hop's what i do when i shit,
when you spit its strictly mucus,
i keep a spitoon jus for music.
and burley cops, get a hard on from my curley locks,
pearly rocks, stepped on surely not.
i keep my jams on my boom box, smoke boom lots,
keep my room locked,
cause im baggin up coke to flip in my boondocks,
hard knocks, full cigar box, thats why my cars stock.
the beat is my child, it lies on the bussome,
live for the now or i might die as a hoodlum,
me throw in the towel, ayo thats a good one,
everytime i could run i keeps it strong, word as bond.
dont play nice even in play fights,
ill knock the day lights out of Jesus H. Christ,
so dont fuck with me buddy im serious my theory is,
the only way i get bloody is fuckin bitches on their periods . . . . period.
