im bored...
so i thought i would flow for you guys
im tired of all you fake rappers with your weak ass rhymes. most of yall sound like a gang of fairies playin fuckin flutes and chimes. so you 50 cent, well imma million bucks, and yea i got change for all you silly little fucks. kanye west quit cryin like a silly little bitch, dude you sittin pretty with all that money lookin like richie rich. some of yall think you is a Pharaoh, aight well i'm Amon Ra. ya don't believe me? ask my pops, yo my pops is Allah. yup, the one and only. he got all you wanna bees lookin like fried baloney. ya acting all hard around the edges, but ya nothin but pink juicy bubbles that taste good on some toast with some lettuce. and let us clear something up, i beat silver off gorillas, and leave diamonds lookin rough. they told me i was comin to do battle, but im up in here with nuttin but babys holdin guns instead of rattles. you can't feel me, thats cuz i cut all your nerve endins right from the beginnin. so you wouldn't feel the pain from the wounds inflicted by rhymes that im spinnin. im the beast prophecy'd through all the worlds religions. my heat melts flames and brings shivers to the chillest. you wanna hit me up, get my number, 666 are my diggits. and when im hungry, i might just use your soul to heat up my skillet. yo, god loves me the best. because i was the only one willing to take him up on his test. imma one shot killa. a first time thrilla. and i cause more havoc in Tokyo than Godzilla. im muhammad ali, the king of the ring. im the beautiful butter fly with the bees sting. im the top dog, the biggest dick, i block out all the light my jungles so thick. most of you niggas is a sorry excuse for a cock, like a tictac wadded up in a sock. yea imma tear you down so i can build you right back up. cuz i always got a place for a new friend in tha back of my truck. peace.
so i thought i would flow for you guys
im tired of all you fake rappers with your weak ass rhymes. most of yall sound like a gang of fairies playin fuckin flutes and chimes. so you 50 cent, well imma million bucks, and yea i got change for all you silly little fucks. kanye west quit cryin like a silly little bitch, dude you sittin pretty with all that money lookin like richie rich. some of yall think you is a Pharaoh, aight well i'm Amon Ra. ya don't believe me? ask my pops, yo my pops is Allah. yup, the one and only. he got all you wanna bees lookin like fried baloney. ya acting all hard around the edges, but ya nothin but pink juicy bubbles that taste good on some toast with some lettuce. and let us clear something up, i beat silver off gorillas, and leave diamonds lookin rough. they told me i was comin to do battle, but im up in here with nuttin but babys holdin guns instead of rattles. you can't feel me, thats cuz i cut all your nerve endins right from the beginnin. so you wouldn't feel the pain from the wounds inflicted by rhymes that im spinnin. im the beast prophecy'd through all the worlds religions. my heat melts flames and brings shivers to the chillest. you wanna hit me up, get my number, 666 are my diggits. and when im hungry, i might just use your soul to heat up my skillet. yo, god loves me the best. because i was the only one willing to take him up on his test. imma one shot killa. a first time thrilla. and i cause more havoc in Tokyo than Godzilla. im muhammad ali, the king of the ring. im the beautiful butter fly with the bees sting. im the top dog, the biggest dick, i block out all the light my jungles so thick. most of you niggas is a sorry excuse for a cock, like a tictac wadded up in a sock. yea imma tear you down so i can build you right back up. cuz i always got a place for a new friend in tha back of my truck. peace.