When I lay down and close my eye lids/ my mind drifts, & the hands of time ticks/ I'm losing my mind quick/sippin' booze ,doing lines which/ is designed with,diamond tips/ I'm on a riming binge, high on that hard to find shit/ retards get signed in/ Partially I've Been/ Marching with my men/ that partially like when / we sparkin' & high
friend/ we waiting to expire the times been/ gettin' high then/ & here's another track to blow your mind friend/ I'm on an island,supplyin' islanders with/one hell of a time to defend/ their little island again, & again/ from the men who have divided it into its tenths/ I'm puttin' an end to this fence/ that's being built by department of defense/ gettin' sparked off weed hits/ hard to believe kids, can buy it legally / now days, but it used to be illegal three/ to four years ago, or at least that's how it appears to go/ down like the beers you throw down/ on the down low,oh no, on the low down/ my flows found/ a platform to speak from / I'm weak from, being on the streets,slums/ geez up, hoes down/ this bitch can't swim, she bound to drizown/ I'm driving round tizown, like a dog ,hizound/wheels on the whip,keeps goin' rizound/ ----" if this isnt a smack jam/ im getting' BACK lash ,CUZ im SMASHED &/im SURPASSING, the LAST MAN/standing,er,walking,or RUNNING,or jogging, or SKATING, we stay riding a bike ,those tires deflating,,she's downgraded to this lame bitch,ya bish/ who plays GAMES all DAY Which...which,gay, game,game does he play?,,,some 1st, uhh,2nd guessing,3rd Person shooter shit,/on sight , he's the 1st you'd hit/yaa Bish.,,get to packin',you snivellin bastard /chizzell'n plaster,' this enchanted rap verse/ cadavers,caverns, taverns with elaborate paterns/ beauty padge- ents,4 by 4 transits/ missions, push start ignitions / hydrolics pistons,suspensions lifted/ I'm giving back that which was gifted/ matches get lit as intense as a wicks drip/im'a kick this ,spit venom, the chatter--Programmable matter/ smokin' shatter/the day the saints come marching in ..Flatter/ I'm off the forward lateral, damage is collateral/ actual, fantasy, fictional ,can't it be/ I'm standing 3,feet away from the canopy /I'm off the home skillet, the pots & pans we heat/ up ,to melt butter, for our mouths hunger/ stomach growls under/ the discomfort/ from the grumbling ,our tummy's struggling/ to keep from crumblin', all you wana eat is some of them / plump little plums, even just 1 of them/ I'm numb & when, I'm about to come in friends/ she comes in then, when she comes ,it's intense/ burning insince/ flirting with chick's, that burn for this dick/ I've earned the lipstick, stains on my wig / self centered little big, shit/ thinking you're slick ,quit/ you're just a nit, wit/ a has been, drip/a washed up ass lickin' stick/stick in the mud/ gettin' nothin but kicked & shoved pulled out from underneath ,quickly the rug= & what you wont do /,won't do for plugs~you've tried everything,,but you don't have drugs"Can I have a hug?!"
FlatNasty
