Originally posted by tunde1992
Your rhymes are weak and superficial
your language's sad, and so remedial
make love , your eyes i read you
double the fun, i know you want it too
don't worry, no sleep is needed
your bad pictures won't be deleted
Touching each other , your mouth i shot
Your mouth so dirty , boy there's a quite a lot
The kid went from number one on the list, to the bottom of the queue.
you would think that I was crip, the way I came out of the blue.
But no red, no green, life aint really what it seems
They called me to attention, put my fingers on the seam.
Niggas fear what they can’t understand, hate what they can’t conqueror.
Which makes me the definition of a monster.
I closely scout my enemy, not a predator but a haunter.
So with your weak flow, I guess that you're the prey.
Bow down on your knees you just might need to pray.
Let's take it to the 1800's when you had no bed to lay.
When the glock comes out, don't worry, I won't miss.
But I can really assure the kiss won't begin with K.
That a mix, you see, how I transformed the triple 6?
Like the illuminati on saturn that can never be dismissed.
These are the words of a god, or maybe the rap genius.
Take a word from the wise because you've clearly never seen this.