Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Lyricist Rhyme Show

Can't hit it on paper like a freelance spitta, i light you up time and time like a one hitter text on da shitter leave a taste in yo mouf thats bitter. Lube up da lips once twice trips, ski, my rhymes bother you like flees cut through your rhymes like cheese lock it up kids and throw away da Keys...Alicia next ten years be using propecia. My style be off da hook got all the game like a crook which I take not took wheaties in my breakfast nook. Charming I know white boy in plaid witha flow, black regime, like a crow get you weight down before I Tow...Camel need some water too much spit wouldn't hesitate to fuck a daughter, and get pissed up and be in the Blotter. Satday night out in clothes of envy, educated and learned of econ NIMBY. Loose, 9 1/2 loafers new name call me Topher in my Range Rova. Cock blockin lawdick in the booster seat actin like an infant whe I drop a beat, no sex put it in da butt aint that da sheet. Penetrating the market, make friends first then pull up and park it. Sit on da daddy is ya ready to put me in yo mouf like spaghetti better shave look like a yetti chop that forest with a machetti. Teddy ruxpin taught me to spit, yo moms taught me to Hit...The spots use it son before it rots tent been up soo long it got cots Bitch it aint got lepracy those arent spots, pee on me, ski on me, and I'll make it rain on thee better hurry before I bone "V". Blacker than Darius Rucker this is prime real estate talk to Tucker. Banger-Ray Rufio with a lime and drink Sippin, want a toe touch and play just the Tip In. Napoleon first to set sail on dat ass, Bulox so loose gonna need a hall pass smoke trees not grass open up wide like a bass. Born again virgin Spis fuck Sturgin clothes shoppin and splurgin I'll cut you up like a surgeon. Schmee's anatomy need new batteries, DH likes chicken patties write on da fridge that Topher needs tatties. Like em big and supple wanna put it in a whole like Fred Couples. My driver gets close to the hole, story of my life livin like a troll, been dormant next bitch gonna pay a toll mommy shoppin at Kohls.


Hulk, A.K.A. Nick, can't score even with a free kick. 6th seed Mike yo chins called they all sound alike been there so long they can ride a bike, jewed up like a kyke. No Elliott not you, calm down Mr. Rod Carew soon enough Flav will make you wear FUBU. Brandon, your dick called and said he was abandoned and one day you'll grow up and hook up with a random. A.T. got it right hooked up with Carissa every night, hot dog in a hallway, you wish she was tight now he got a vinearl , Lowe puts his own breast milk in his cereal. Addicted to kids got more gangsta hats than lids. Dis share the wealth, What are you secrets to good Health? Nick poppin pills playing old high school reels...errors... ya feels. Haliban sportin a Jihad tan, Calista be your #1 fan she like Thomas da train I Can I Can. Spis got a jersey for every ounce he's smoked dated a jew and now he's broke. Marty got less game than Trinity see him out in a white tee like Habbe, no dress to class when he pees he needs a hall pass. Mickey I'd fuck your next to Kin got more game than Dedrick Finn, youd fuck more if you were in da Pen got bigger tits than Jen and I got more rhymes than Teddy ruxpin.

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