a motherfucking warlock, get your jaw popped by the raw rock Use your tongue as a doorstop, with your face I floor mop Get your pores popped like a dermatologist
eyeballs. Savin' em up for the day if that guy calls. I'm almost certain, but this is speculation, The notes are in a box marked "Christmas Decorations
Ffuck a pad and a pen, I write rhymes on an IBM Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in Canibus practices in a room wit a thousand candles lit Meditating
Fuck a pad and a pen, I write rhymes on an IBM Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in Canibus practices in a room wit a thousand candles lit Meditating
me wig It?s too much strain to put on my brain muscle I used to have small ninnies?Now they?re big! How did that happen? I bought you a jewellery box
I look up from me grog on the rocks a gift-wrapped wig still in the box of scurvy velveteen I put on me eyepatch, and polish me pegleg and pull the wig
get my money up I'm 24 hours, I'm up 24 hours Damn, it's a good day, damn, it's a good day Called Drummer Boy and told him, "Let's go make a hood tape
prostitution When I make a zillion I resign just like clockwork But you know me I'm always a day or two late and a dollar short [B-Legit] I trick a
mix Forget a pad and a pen, I write rhymes on an ibm Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in Canibus practices in a room wit a thousand candles lit
in the lung with his rib Every word I say detach a vertebrae from your spine Rematch wherever we meet at, any place anytime Get your snot-box smashed with a 9 Smacked with a
a shell in her head like a bobbypin. Yeah. I'm puttin rock on the stove. A baller push rock and push COCK in these hoes. And it's sweet to get a freak
a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.. [From a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word] {Nobody.. nobody} (Ghetto celebrity) From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.. [From a
, whassuper dude? Give me a pack of sunflower seeds And a box of larger size Magnum rubbers A generic lemon squeeze lime juice and a bottle of Goldschlager A
paid him a visit A bit in their sacks too they fetched For they sweated their duds till they ris' it For Larry was always the lad When a boy was condemned
doing some research Which led me to a cash box, labeled 'Children's Fund' I'd leave the change and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund I got a part-
the shots I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute like I'm The L.O.X. Then get gangster with a swap meet bag and a Jordan box And when I die, bury me with
Y4K 2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A. Taught me how to dodge them bullets, keep my wig in play Keep fo' snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have 'em Niggaz in