Confuzzled
Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 12:22 pm
Gather my rhyme book and sell it to writers/
My lines swellin in size, call it elephantitis/
You can tell its a crisis, go and alert Barack/
Think you deserve some props but all of yer verses flop/
Dispersin shots, you bitches could never spit this dope/
You can wish and hope, even if you swished with liquid soap/
You wouldn't be as clean as this, new breed of geniuses/
yer a piece of shit, a soup kitchen wouldn't feed yer scripts/
We plead the fifth, yer life is hard, you might get scarred/
But I'm the bouncer warning you not to fight in bars/
The cypher star, still the dumb kids test my skill with punches/
But I'm so ill its like my tongue is filled with fungus/
Killin hundreds like my drops are laced with a toxic agent/
Got the glock cocked and aimed, ready for a pop sensation/
Its not a proclamation, its my sole mission in life/
To spit into mics til you lose yer whole volition to write/
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My lines swellin in size, call it elephantitis/
You can tell its a crisis, go and alert Barack/
Think you deserve some props but all of yer verses flop/
Dispersin shots, you bitches could never spit this dope/
You can wish and hope, even if you swished with liquid soap/
You wouldn't be as clean as this, new breed of geniuses/
yer a piece of shit, a soup kitchen wouldn't feed yer scripts/
We plead the fifth, yer life is hard, you might get scarred/
But I'm the bouncer warning you not to fight in bars/
The cypher star, still the dumb kids test my skill with punches/
But I'm so ill its like my tongue is filled with fungus/
Killin hundreds like my drops are laced with a toxic agent/
Got the glock cocked and aimed, ready for a pop sensation/
Its not a proclamation, its my sole mission in life/
To spit into mics til you lose yer whole volition to write/
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