Food for thought --- old written
Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 2:33 am
I'm a mastermind, masterminding 'n spittin' grime
Slime balls drop dead, on a dime
I flip 2 cents 'n make a dollar at the same time
I mix pleasure 'n pain, you'll eat yo sour lime
Plain 'n simple, I plead the 5th 'n honor the 2nd
Bitch nigga get wetted, get a wet head present
I set the president, straight up like the heavens
Hell fire to ya shins, running man 'll stop running
You on a decline, of mass proportions
I'm on a rise, on a path of mass destruction
Soldiers snaking, gone get they beheading
Cobra killer, steadily murkin' ya fake earthlings
I depend on no one 'n I alone shall overcome
I do my bidding 'n writ the world, of yo feeble tongue
Polution of nations populations, 'll soon be undone
Eroded iron curtains fall, to bring forth a new song
Slime balls drop dead, on a dime
I flip 2 cents 'n make a dollar at the same time
I mix pleasure 'n pain, you'll eat yo sour lime
Plain 'n simple, I plead the 5th 'n honor the 2nd
Bitch nigga get wetted, get a wet head present
I set the president, straight up like the heavens
Hell fire to ya shins, running man 'll stop running
You on a decline, of mass proportions
I'm on a rise, on a path of mass destruction
Soldiers snaking, gone get they beheading
Cobra killer, steadily murkin' ya fake earthlings
I depend on no one 'n I alone shall overcome
I do my bidding 'n writ the world, of yo feeble tongue
Polution of nations populations, 'll soon be undone
Eroded iron curtains fall, to bring forth a new song