[Memento Mori]
2010-08-28 13:01:02 UTC
Leave this Indian Missing Teeth, got a Brother Ali sound
this is Custer's last stand except the other way around
wearing my crown will crush you, leaving your spine ruptured
Chris Angel meets Inception, call me mind ******
your a poetic heratic, who makes queer love
you'se a bisexual, like shakespeare was
stop crying about your hoe problems like "she's a damn *****"
your whipped, get off of yahoo and make her a sandwich
You can't produce or rap, whats this act you running with
thought he could be Large P from Queen's by putting drag in front of it
10 bars, this ***** lost already
get pissed on like your Trapped In The Closet with R. Kelly
you ain't the dopest on Y!A, heres the word
i stick my dick in your ear cannal and **** what you heard
remember you must die, rigor mortis stiff, frozen
stay down human punching bag, i KOed Joe Grim
Morbid Thought:
Fo(u)r years, I’ve been quadratically burning seconds
I have everyone scared of nothing like an urban legend
This cat hasn’t said nothing, I’m talking like Garfield
Scared of burning, but now you’re walking on bar grills
You’ve softened your rhymes, you need some new focus space
Never got a girl, while I have Ladies going Gaga over my Pokerface
All your loves have been Bad Romances. Now stop, see the green earth
You say you’re off the Hook, I’m off the Receiver
Your bars look like you lipo’d fat chicks, this is psycho action
In death, you’ll be forgotten like Britney Murphy after Michael Jackson
You know I’m the best its true, I’ll split your head in two
You’re just a horny nerd, getting turned on by the naked truth
Yes, you’re a rapper, but you spit noise… I spit sound
I’ll deck you b*tch without any cards… like Chris Brown
I’ll slice you like beef in culinary arts, I’m one you find in the dark
I’ll leave you crying and bleeding like a woman’s time of the month