Random bored shit xD
• Written by MBeast
Click Clack fire my Tech N9ne's those whack lines, backfire.
Last name bronze, you're copper.
Droppin' hotter bombs worldwide like choppers.
It's the season for sneezing 'n snoozing,
beatin' 'n bruising, pleasin' 'n proving.
That i'm appeasing once choosing, when seizing, improving to start
teasing amusing. I'm refusing to feel feelings of losing when
I'm picking up a ticket for speeding past the limit, i'm wicked, i'm the biggest dick.
Stick it up 'n lick it, this dick 'till it's sick of milking bitches tits.
My face is a gun game, the barrel staring at your eyes.
The place i should aim, babbles too many daring lies.
I leave no trace to frame me for, or for anyone wearing nines.
Nearest shipments o' L .S .D, P .C .P 'n G .H .B. That Methamphetamine,
Mescaline 'n Ketamine shit, i'm like Charlie Sheen, i get
Shot when spotting 'n popping a chopper from plottin' to see, one who's stopping me.
I'm a super star, the dude with the car, try to flee but you won't get far.
Find me in the strip club getting my dick sucked yah,
whippin' and grip losing my dick lookin' at the nip's slipping, flippin' 'n tippin' 'n zippin' my zipper.
After i rob it 'n take one as a hostage, she was hot dog, but she had a sausage.
Put your heads in sand, lost like ostridges.
Shit, i might need a list of hits, so keep a distance.
I'm vicious and fearless, spreadin' like sickness.
You'll never be rich so: Bitch, Lick. My. Dick!
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MBeast
Member since April 28 2014