Pharoahcous (incomplete)

Yo, yo, yoyoyoyoyo

Yo, yoyoyoyoyo

 

 

 

 

I was practicin my sentences gettin medalion necklaces, for puttin in A's like they were Italion sentences, so your references is

acute, how you try to refute, obtuse fludes like juice dudes sip through in hous-ton/

abuse mutants who choose to the shootin/ on radiosactively/

fakes get a blast from me, laugh at me, and get peeled lika mango/

two tres on my waist, and I feel like (D)jango, with and without the D/

Bitch don't live without the D/

She in the mountain Jeep, always be mouthin me/

I'm countin trees, I really be, the God of Dro/

your killin me, with novice flows, you gotta go/

erode the sands of time, off this sho', you cannot rhyme, with/

your lime ricks, can't handle my click/

equipped with beams that'll have your vision vandalized/

my magazines got subscriptions to the afterlife/

banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

or I can use tape, who's fate can I decide/

whoo ride with the burner in the blackened lex/

head turner, got the whole block snappin necks/

rappin is sess, laced with rock and yes/

like loch ness, I got 3 fitty in my pockets/

pretty and I'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

and I caress them sets/

from the jects, where peepa don't call cops/

seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

all cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

mellow his mode/

40 Oz's that better this flow, /

shorty feelin noxious from the canibus smoke/

this is a joke. could rap bout dissin the pope/

and have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/