yeah imma a white boy, but I'm still spittin shit like my mouth got typhoid, I'm the viceroy bitch you ain't crazy you just got an overactive thyroid, imma psych boy, ten years on the wards so my writings could psych Freud, you prolly like onions and yo bitch is on my dick like every fuckin night boy, she says she likes toys but really your dick is smaller than a microid, I just made up a word, plus I have AIDS and I ain't gon take nothin fer it, you gay boys are walkin round wit make up and perms, pass that ass we're all gonna take fuckin turns,
You wanna see a king? Heh I'm much bigger
When I was 7 I heard my dad say nagger
Rhymes off the top is what I provide
Anyone jumpin in is committin suicide
I woke up in the morning ate an orange
Then I opened up the door and heard the door hinge
It when squeak squeak squeak so I got that 40
WD not colt cuz I’m not a dolt
I stood up at the top of the archipelago
All the people be like “damn where’d the homie go?”
But I’m like slam got my lean and dro
You can’t stop my immaculate flow
Thinking of some apps for the party tonight
Got the guest list ready, shit it’s gonna be tight
But what do I cook, to make everybody happy
I’ll do a mozzarella platter like my ol’ granpappy
First I get a log of mozz, cut it nice and thick
Then a bottle of balsamic vinegar, yeah sick
Put it on the stove, then bring it up to a boil
Then reduce the heat down to make it thick and fuckin royal
Last but not least slice some maters up thin
Then I pour that ‘samic glaze all over them
Don’t forget the salt to give a little bit of zing
That sodium chloride makes any food sing
And that’s the way you make a tasty platter of cheese
When the party guests arrive they’ll say that shits the bees knees
Ok. Spit white boy
Spit white boy?
Oh shit white boy
Pull from the hip
and empty clips white boy
Damn. You aight white boy
yeah imma a white boy, but I'm still spittin shit like my mouth got typhoid, I'm the viceroy bitch you ain't crazy you just got an overactive thyroid, imma psych boy, ten years on the wards so my writings could psych Freud, you prolly like onions and yo bitch is on my dick like every fuckin night boy, she says she likes toys but really your dick is smaller than a microid, I just made up a word, plus I have AIDS and I ain't gon take nothin fer it, you gay boys are walkin round wit make up and perms, pass that ass we're all gonna take fuckin turns,
Be yourself by yourself stay away from me
do that over a beat
that ain't freestyle
bigger
You wanna see a king? Heh I'm much bigger
When I was 7 I heard my dad say nagger
Rhymes off the top is what I provide
Anyone jumpin in is committin suicide
digger
door hinge
Up to bat, swinging for the fences
Fags get roped and swing from trees like door hinges
Orange
I woke up in the morning ate an orange
Then I opened up the door and heard the door hinge
It when squeak squeak squeak so I got that 40
WD not colt cuz I’m not a dolt
archipelago
I stood up at the top of the archipelago
All the people be like “damn where’d the homie go?”
But I’m like slam got my lean and dro
You can’t stop my immaculate flow
balsamic vinegar
Thinking of some apps for the party tonight
Got the guest list ready, shit it’s gonna be tight
But what do I cook, to make everybody happy
I’ll do a mozzarella platter like my ol’ granpappy
First I get a log of mozz, cut it nice and thick
Then a bottle of balsamic vinegar, yeah sick
Put it on the stove, then bring it up to a boil
Then reduce the heat down to make it thick and fuckin royal
Last but not least slice some maters up thin
Then I pour that ‘samic glaze all over them
Don’t forget the salt to give a little bit of zing
That sodium chloride makes any food sing
And that’s the way you make a tasty platter of cheese
When the party guests arrive they’ll say that shits the bees knees
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