156 Squad - 2008
Check it!
I'ma get butt naked on this record in one second
I'm about to wreck it like Tekken and I'm bettin'
You'll be beggin' for more heaven!
Some shit, that I let ya hit, which made ya sick
Your girlfriend just licked on my dick
I handpicked her off the street
While I was grabbin' her teat
High on weed which makes my eyes bleed
Now you'll see that it's me, I'm the MC on this CD
I'll plant the seed that'll grow the tree (I'm doin' me!)
"I'm Doin' Me" - that shit's retarded!
And I'll hardflip over all your hardships
Then I'll switch up my kickflips
As I hit this gigantic spliff with a big dip in my bottom lip
Awh! I just fell on my hip! Shit. Fuck.. That hurt.
Now I gotta squirt in this bitches hole
She act like she don't know...
Chorus
We got a salisbury steak or a baked potato
I don't give a fuck 'cause I'll be addin' mayo
Say, ho? You wanna help squeeze it out?
I'll add it to your dish on top of the kraut, that's stout!
Stay away from the chocolate, I got some vanilla in my two front pockets
Lock it up! Only open up if you're ready for a bite, 'cause tonight, bitch..
You ain't eatin' light, that's right!
Fork on the right, spoon on the left
Eatin' all night, I plan on gettin' hefty, I eat lefty, bet me
Sippin' drinks with the other, addin' notches to my belt
'Cause I'm a food lover, add the butter!
I'm a nasty eater! I'll eat Kibbles 'n Bits straight from the bird feeder
Chorus
Oh, chit!
Every time I spit I hit the clit of this rap shit
That is a wrap, bitch!
That means game over, get outta here, goodbye!
I think Range Rovers all are for queers, no lie
Come try me and apparently I wreck MC's like they fleas
Please, I swear to thee. Be whatever you wanna be
But you can't be the best MC 'cause that crown belongs to me
Hit the bong and weed, float into another university
Cursin' me? Remorse don't occur to me
I hit you once and you done
Then I piss on your body, like you know that I won
The son of a Richard and Patty
I roll a fatty and smoke it while your bitch call me daddy
Gladly, tell the 5-0 to go home, hit the blunts in front of cops
Yo, I gots the throne! Like Jim Rome my flow is Burning
I wake up and hit bowls early in the meernin' (Meernin'!)
I'm stormin'! My norm makes your shit look poor and
My rhymes rain, mother fucker, they pourin'!
Chorus
It's ya boy, Sepehr
Ya know I never settle
Once the instrumentals hit my temple
I fly up a thousand levels, grab my pencil and get mental
I've been spittin' little riddles since Kiewit Middle
Now I'm sick as a hospital, launchin' tracks like missiles
This the Man Show without Corolla or Kimmel
Without jokes, kids. But I hear ya giggle
I know you're fags with your dads gettin' your nuts tickled
Still suckin' the nipples on your mommies
Hatin' on me with your faggot posses
All decked out in Abercrombie, say you're bossy
Face to face you stutter more than Ozzy
I'm fed up with the bullshit!
Let's get it straight! I don't fuck with the fake
I can't relate, let's get it through your mind state, ho's!
You bitches act like you don't know
17 дек 2013
