Cocky like a KFC Bucket...
Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 11:24 am
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/this- ... ot-vt10979
i know im the best.. i dont need votes to prove it
if you think otherwise then you dopes is clueless
leave you like a dentist outta work, you be broke n' toothless
i gotta stop blokes who do this spittin' hopeless music
these cats talkin' bout spittin' "crack", they'll reel back
faggot you aint touchin' drugs.. two Teaspoons of calpol and you feel bad..
for you USA cats i aint explaining a damn thing
you wish you could come with a millionth of what this man brings..
im witty, charismatic, intelligent, brutal..n' you clueless
when i rap they have to make up new superlatives.. they call me Sooshish!...
that mean im better than your dreams dream of what you can be
with these rappers, i choose what to eat.. like stores filled up with candy
i grab the gat, run habitats and pull at ya kin bro
leave alotta people with shootin' pains like bullets through windows
my punches silent and deadly, sound like harpoon's whistelin'
and my brother, i Got' SWAG.. like a Cartoon Criminal..
i slay foes, break bro's and slay ho's
i could rap an apple pie recipe.. and still come with tha KO
you lame so.. i'd get ya whole frame broke
im fightin contracts off, and you gettin' the same "NO!"..
one shot and ya dead, ya done..
you aint living up to the next big thing.. like brock lesnars son
out..
i know im the best.. i dont need votes to prove it
if you think otherwise then you dopes is clueless
leave you like a dentist outta work, you be broke n' toothless
i gotta stop blokes who do this spittin' hopeless music
these cats talkin' bout spittin' "crack", they'll reel back
faggot you aint touchin' drugs.. two Teaspoons of calpol and you feel bad..
for you USA cats i aint explaining a damn thing
you wish you could come with a millionth of what this man brings..
im witty, charismatic, intelligent, brutal..n' you clueless
when i rap they have to make up new superlatives.. they call me Sooshish!...
that mean im better than your dreams dream of what you can be
with these rappers, i choose what to eat.. like stores filled up with candy
i grab the gat, run habitats and pull at ya kin bro
leave alotta people with shootin' pains like bullets through windows
my punches silent and deadly, sound like harpoon's whistelin'
and my brother, i Got' SWAG.. like a Cartoon Criminal..
i slay foes, break bro's and slay ho's
i could rap an apple pie recipe.. and still come with tha KO
you lame so.. i'd get ya whole frame broke
im fightin contracts off, and you gettin' the same "NO!"..
one shot and ya dead, ya done..
you aint living up to the next big thing.. like brock lesnars son
out..