Untitled Song
• Written by DoctorGrilledChees
Killing motherfuckers with words is easy,
leave um wheezy, queasy real un fucking easy,
spitting freely killing nerds with herds of verbs,
like i give a turd, smoking herbs in the house of lords,
sounds obserred fuck it do u see me in forbes ?
people think im provoking can't they see im plainly joking?
why should i be reserved, im more disturbed a little absurd at least im not controlling,
rolling down a hill like a stone posing on my jack jones,
smothered in cologne, growling like im smack prone,
ahaa king of the throne bitch im home, ready to roam
condone sluts if they want my mick jagger bone,
ten hutt im in the zone, fuck writers block, i stomped you out,
command prompt, the demand slumped but i thumped the doubts,
like a fighter in a bout, flying uppercuts and crying sluts because there butt's look fucked,
im a rhyme inventor accordant to text, i need a publishing deal, bitch don't leave me vexed
thats what's on my wish list next.
