Dirty Past Times

VERSE 1

Down near the laundry mat

okay all i have is a bat

need i remind you im an animal

another male

giving people's spinal fluid in a dog pail.

my rights

to hit you and kill you and get very excited.

your mother's invited, I'm lyrically indited

to take a line rewind it and make a beeline behind you

while you write an incomplete freestyle.

im lyrically entitled to be wild.

you know who no one's closed to? youssef in closed coatrooms

he is still provoked to slit throats soon

choke you in a coat and clothes room

now he's trying to dispose bros in an old rose bush,

O my it's so gross he almost

put her corpse in cold pulled pork. [taylor]

now aint that a celebrity roast.

 

VERSE 2

Now listen to me, when its mealtime

run right behind the field line, head in a beehive

start doing a senile, with three knives

[hair dryer and nail filer] ha

she's right there now fiddle with her dimples [weirdo]

AND right there put a hammer and sickle to her earlobes

[yo this chicks 3 hundred years old]

do her till she aint got air

Draw on her body polka dots there

And take that moldy bitch with her saggy tits

to where a movie is yea go to the rave

shit make sure to get her on video tape

crap, make sure to wear a cape take the narrow escape

VERSE 3 “FUCK A BEAT’

You hate me, good, im ready to rip the hindquarters

Of your own rhinestone shirt

because your rhymes dont work.

IM A psychopath so suffer my full wrath.

If i commit suicide my ghost would come back

To a morgue at morn back for more

drag a person corpse over a new gorge

And after i spit a verse leave bodies on a porch.

Happy Halloween you didnt see me trick or treat

So i say trick and yo mamma came out.

[ so mature still makin jokes about mothers.]

I make green manure the allure see a juror

playin pranks throw 8 eggs at yo face like justin beiber

now throwin straight from augusta mothafucka.

Ha ha