you be the judge
• Written by ex
i dont smoke weed for show g, i do shows for pre green
the way i see it i gotta live my life to the funnest
do things i wouldnt normally do walking down the street
walkin in target rollin with a target on my identity
but i do not resemble thee
look at my feet
you are a gullible motherfucker
had time to rock you
instead i jocked you
in a humiliatin way
made you resemble the shit in your toilet
that youe see every day
which is why im the most dangerous mc
tangents dont mean nothing to me when i
start my soliloquy i have a dictionary slang
which is very contrary to what i just sang
im a sesquipedelian
too cool for the state im in
my blood is thin so tread lightly
or this lake of ice my constrict yee
takeing your breath away
do you still need a reason of wasting your night away
i i mean your styles wack gender and sexuality is opposite in fact
how can you still think your raps are fat
i heard you was chillin with some models the other day
oh you thought i meant girls no i meant gays
and i found that out from the inside
does this sound familiar "OPEN UP WIDE"!
my buddy said he was totally fuckin you
hes a six foot for black trucker dude
listenen to the ruckus dude
but forget that lets bring it back to you
i know your tryin to delay your death
with a skill of what you think is impressive
but lets face it this is basic math
only addition and multiplication
cause he cnt solve complicated equastions
always ends with a fist in the air hand full of hair
which is why hes shaven now
C'mon Son you older than how now brown cow
then i learned how to freestyle over hip hop and rock albums
if it werent for them i wouldnt be anywhere without them
props to music and dont ever confuse that phrase
its not jus ta fuse delay its a way to misdirect you
do you see me coughing cards while im shufflin' bars
these are not tricks so dont look to deeply
i conservde my knowledge for desperate times
calls desperate measures
i dont get any pleasure from rippin an mc
a new one but id be lying if i said it wasnt ever not once in a while
ive walked country miles lyrically which shows in my verses
my rhymes are like a five hundred caliber hand gun
how bigs that bigger than yours son
is it hot out here or is it just me if you were out side too long
you would be burned by me
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ex
Member since March 18 2015