This Wordplay Won't Stop

Chorus

This wordplay won't stop till you cut out my tongue, these little rappers are done, I got their heads spun,

so come, and watch these rhymes unravel, I #play #these #words so well, it's like I beat you in #Scrabble.

 

You've #fueled a nasty fiend who will splash yo jeans with #gasoline, and light a match between your legs before I dash the scene.

I make hoes #Kum & #Go when I get my sex on, #oil #spilling out their ass like I work for #Exxon.

My rhymes are heavily thick, so ill they're medically sick, my lines will make you lose your mind like you were #Seventy #Six (76).

Fucking with these little weasels got me feeling #diesel, creating shit from scratch as if I had a case of measles.

My point of view's skewed, 'cause this #crude dude tried to start a rude feud, en- #Gulfed his ass, spit him out like some chewed food.

I'm #juiced you can tell it, drank a tank of bug repellant, and now I'm gonna fly because this game is my #propellant.

I get so high off this #Flying #J of purple haze, I sparked to blaze at #Circle #K.

Made a #Kwik #Trip to #Speedway to grab some Swisher Sweets. Got so lit I'm dropping shit, so big I'm staining #Sheetz.

My name is going global, I've become a vocal mogul, you're gonna need a #Pilot just to find me I'm so #Mobil.

Make a pit stop at #Valero, and pick up a sombrero, 'cause the #Texacos in Mexico are hot as habaneros.

Your rhymes are running on #empty, #full #tank of haters against me, I #rev on like #Chevron, #siphoning your #gas so you resent me.

I step in to #Seven #Eleven (7-11), gripping a revin a weapon to deaden, releasin these #Shells to send you to hell, you ain't going to heaven I'm guessing

I run you tip toe, get your #fill like #Citgo, you spit so slow I gotta wipe your shit show.

 

Chorus

This wordplay won't stop till you cut out my tongue, these little rappers are done, I got their heads spun,

so come, and watch these rhymes unravel, I #play #these #words so well, it's like I beat you in #Scrabble.

 

 

Already dropped the mic, before I even say a word,

I pimp like #Dolemite, "#Moore" hoes then #Rudy #Ray referred,

your style is #prehistoric like a #triceratops,

my rhymes are metaphoric, I get #props like #Carrot #Top,

your gimmick is to #mimic like when a #parrot #talks,

you're #stretched #out #thin like the way a #ferret #walks,

your rhymes make me sick, someone call a nurse,

you can do lines off my dick, before you feel the girth,

you ball like #Rutgers football, a #nominal #program

don't make me #laugh, you #comical #Conan

#delivery #on #time like an #honorable #postman,

my flows so cold they chill the #abominable #snowman,

my #bo #staff is so fast i'll #Splinter #Donatello,

to rap or not to rap a lyrical Shakespeare - Othello,

verbally my hyberboles

will murder thee in third degree

while I sip on herbal teas, trying not to disturb the peace,

so while you #bore #us, my rhymes will gash you like a #taurus,

till #porous, and your #core #drips to your #clitoris,

and you lay #floorless searching your #thesaurus

 

Chorus

This wordplay won't stop till you cut out my tongue, these little rappers are done, I got their heads spun,

so come, and watch these rhymes unravel, I #play #these #words so well, it's like I beat you in #Scrabble.