The mo-mo moment I start a verse & disperse,its/ already over the head of an unobservable person/ I curse & i blurt shit,my words circle the surface/of the perpendicularity with clarity,apparently I'm a wordsmith/revenge of the nerds six, shock yer nerves, twitched/ like an electric circuit lookin' for curvature,certain that it can't be unsurfaced/ & I can't be unnerved which, it happens to work in/ the determination of makin' sure I'm the person/ meant for this job here,I've totally gone weird/ gettin' sentimental when the right instrumental is spawned here/ cuz I'm lyrically strong here,you're just a pawn near/ the end of your existence,my persistance is long here/but my commitment is drawn, mere/ mortals couldn't keep up with this/ you shouldn't be swimmin' up in shit,creek,when the thunder hits/ & the tundra gets, ripped, into a hundred bits/ the underdog, fill'n drug scripts/no wonder God loves the ugly kids/ I'm not exempt from laundry lists, cleanin' out my closet with/ a mall-uh-tawv, pinã colada mixed with co-lawna-pins/ & dip the whole enchilada in/ makin' that chubotta swim/ & go shopping on Crenshaw & Slaw-sin/ rep'n that black swan, flat outta Compton ~(CHORUS):IM'A BE THE ONE TO PICK YOU UP WHEN/ YOU NO LONGER LOVE YOUR HUSBAND/ LUST BEEN,GETTING STRONGER THAN A DRUG BINGE/ TRUST MEN,ONLY WHEN YOU REALLY NEED EM'/ THEY LEAVE YOU AT THE CORNER,ON YOUR KNEES DRENCHED/ OUT OF QUARTERS & YOUR Peet-Suh's BEEN/GETTIN EATIN' ,ALMOST EVERY PIECE HAS BEEN/, BIT & NIBBLED ON ,TIL IT ..TIL ITS,til til its GONE,,all gone,syanara
--(2nd VERSE): When it's time to get it crackin' I'm'a hit the cabbage/ get the fattest, rip I can possibly manage/ if you get a cut or bruised, your booboo's get bandaged/ cuz this shit is damage,control to be handled/ with gentle stillness, mental illness ,dismantled/ it's getting random,when I spit this anthom/get them hands up, clapp'n,for usin' WAY WAAY too many napkins/ I'm pissin gallons of liquid after,I shit a hamster/ took a hit of grass,hopper & bit a panther/ this isn't cancer,you can rid with fasting/ question all the shit, you can't get answers/to,but if the middle class work,a little faster/then I'm'a deliver rap verses & to prevent a laps-in/your judgement, when these drugs hit/ comin' on strong,til your frickin' lungs quit/& refuse to work the way they used to/waitin' for your bathroom brake to drop a fat duece duece/,pop a squat'n let juice loose/..this frick'n dudes noodle is off the CHOO-CHOOO/ train, all the strain that's been placed upon his brain/ brace for change ,embracing all the strange/&
deranged hay-nis, gay shit that's taken/ control of these led astray kids/ nowadays script, the invasion, of the body snatchers/ if I could just put all my thoughts on canvas/ I wouldn't be so exhausted & ravished/but,still capable of lots'a madness/I go off the deep end when, it's rainin' cat fish/ no need to explain, this game is active/ like the A E map is, Actors ,in Amazons Cant-arctica laughin/
FlatNasty
