Fysh Plane
• Written by Fish
Okay you've got the Waka Flaka Flame
Some dare to hop on that Hop train
But have you ever seen the Fysh airplane
I'm always hearing you complain
Is it cus your waiting in that long line
Your tryin to get on my airline
Duh it's cuz I be killing these Rhymes
I'm standing in the field full of land mines
Psychics can't even read my ill mind
Your falling behind
You done bore me to death bitch
but you just killed me with your bad breath snitch
Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip
Now I gotta empty my lyrical clip
Ya'll never seen me roll up in my mystical whip
Get behind my masterful flow
I'm a white guy fuckin them black hoes
You got your mean little walk with the model pose
Your boyfriend went and got you a bottle rose
Come with me and ill get ride of your partial foes
Yeah
Now I'm lyrically sick
mystically a hit
surrealistically not shit
made you simplistically quit
uncharacteristically omit
That your a fuckin hypocrite
You unwittingly admit
idealistically i spit
this unrealistically hot bit
how atypically your the shit
imperialistically a prick
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Fish
Member since December 26 2013