reply to post by BenWoodsYcc
You speak like you are hard,
but you're a geek who was disbarred,
from the gym for being flimsy like a Slim Jim.
I will win and you will lose,
leaving a bruise on your shoes,
beating up leather,
heating up like the weather,
eating cups full of Netherland peaches.
Chilling on beaches giving speeches,
on how television teaches violence.
Silence, preaching Science results in defiance,
from superstitious religious ficticious factions,
actions speak louder than words,
the Crusades can be heard in the future.
Boot 'chya from the lobby,
videogaming is a hobby,
killing your wife is my life,
spilling her blood with my knife.
Lyrics so dope that you think they are stolen,
spirits cannot cope with their soul being swollen,
like your black eyes,
whack guys get smacked when they try to defy my reign.
causing pain to your brain with my pausing......
for dramatic effect,
systematic respect is given,
to my automatic which is drivin' in manual.
Samuel L. Jackson's cockerspaniel is named Daniel.
Can you hold on while I rhyme a little longer?
because it's stronger than italic,
metallic saucers, phallic shaped calicks in your hair.
Can you spare some change?
I share a range of angel hair pasta with bums,
my best bet is that Rasta's come,
and they drum on the set,
which is a Tama from Alabama.
Slam a dunk,
I get drunk and bunk beds with a red head who is dead.
I said "Ned Flanders!" when I came.
A game brought me to shame because I lost,
tossed the board across the room.
Doom and gloom is all I see.
Zoom on a broom like a witch who's a B,
itch, like bug bites.
Pug fights are being hosted,
I'm so toasted that I boasted,
to a cop about possessing.
Loch Nessing like a sea creature,
be a teacher of how to s**k a d**k,
you're a pro and you know the techniques,
make a thick palm with weak tension,
speak and mention the balls.
You're weak and attempting to go all out,
makes you fall out the bus of rappers with skill,
open your crapper and spill,
fill the room with feces.
I'm not of this species,
extraterrestrial from a different celestial object,
my life is a project to study the planet.
Damnit! Slam it, shut the front door,
cut a c**t before I stick it in.
Chicken's win in the battle of cattle,
snake's rattle like a maracca.
Your c**k looks like Chewbacca,
I knock Spock outta space.
Your face is green, you must be sick like Charlie Sheen,
from all the crack, the ball is back in the hoop,
poop on your doorstoop and ring the bell,
Sing in hell about heaven,
bringing 7-11 slurpees to show and tell.
I'll go and sell a spell to a genie,
your weenie is teenie,
eenie meenie miney moe,
Herminey shows her breasts,
to the best rapper in the Midwest,
that is me but I slap her,
the sin incest is my laughter medicine.
The pastor is Thomas Eddison,
I've mastered this, time to jettison to the top.