Tweet
Kill the person above, no AABB end rhyme shit allowed in here ...
I'll hit it off ... yo
You're a sheep in wolves clothes, a brainless fashion designer
ahead of the trend like mannequins vanishing if wrapped up in fire
an average ass rhymer balancing words while battling in cyphers
like he battling alzheimers in embarrasing silence, shit is saddening
as the fact you couldn't grasp the pen I write with if you had it in
you hand writing raps, while clinched tight as in your final exams with it
I'm savaging, beating you down, cutting into your soul like sampling
lift your feet off the ground if you're sleep as the sound
hits your cheek ... so bad you wake like someone beaming you down
cause your ass is in agony and you have no idea what's happening
I'm flattering when I mack on chicks for backdoor keys
lap dogs please, you couldn't tame a bitch with Pavlov's means
the fact is this: you reach to have a kiss with chapped ass lips
and backfire like a lap dance with whack ass tits
you can't have it, bitch, so stop the babbling and start rapping sicker
grab a Snickers before harassing your sister till it's half past midnight
for dressing up your action figure, yo, when this kid write they can't fathom shit but
know they'll get it later like grabbing they dads cabinet liqour
what!
Again: Bars are cool, in fact as always necessary, but here it's about sharpening the musical aspect of it .... for the fuck of it. So go in.
I'll hit it off ... yo
You're a sheep in wolves clothes, a brainless fashion designer
ahead of the trend like mannequins vanishing if wrapped up in fire
an average ass rhymer balancing words while battling in cyphers
like he battling alzheimers in embarrasing silence, shit is saddening
as the fact you couldn't grasp the pen I write with if you had it in
you hand writing raps, while clinched tight as in your final exams with it
I'm savaging, beating you down, cutting into your soul like sampling
lift your feet off the ground if you're sleep as the sound
hits your cheek ... so bad you wake like someone beaming you down
cause your ass is in agony and you have no idea what's happening
I'm flattering when I mack on chicks for backdoor keys
lap dogs please, you couldn't tame a bitch with Pavlov's means
the fact is this: you reach to have a kiss with chapped ass lips
and backfire like a lap dance with whack ass tits
you can't have it, bitch, so stop the babbling and start rapping sicker
grab a Snickers before harassing your sister till it's half past midnight
for dressing up your action figure, yo, when this kid write they can't fathom shit but
know they'll get it later like grabbing they dads cabinet liqour
what!
Again: Bars are cool, in fact as always necessary, but here it's about sharpening the musical aspect of it .... for the fuck of it. So go in.
Comment