Sep 30, 2004 10:06
See dat's how dis rap game should be played, but now, I'm gonna have to turn you into my own personal diaper. Here's the newest one, called 'Too Much Venom.'
What happened, didn't cho' mom tell yo ass to play fairly?
Bringin' in yo weak- ass mafia, where's your night- night blankie?
Cuz in this world, I'm El Guerrouj, youse Christopher Reeves.
So you'd better do a google search and go ask jeeves,
Runnin' laps and then some around your disses
This ain't even the motha fuckin olympics
Nigga please, I'm talkin' bout verses that be ill, cold and fresh
Not like 'cho typical white boy talk, learnin' English from Mrs. Roesch.
Get cho' laugh unda check, dat's what my daddy sammy said
Is it from inhalin' my shit or drinkin' yo cum befo' you go to bed?
As far as dis checkin' you preachin bout, cash deez nuts (correct spelling) in yo mouf
Savor em and gargle em over till the taste go south.
In this rap game, trust no one dat's fo sho...
This venomous cobra finst to slither 'round and bite chou in your trash- talkin' hole(ass).
It don't matter which one you take, the blue or red pill....
I've warned you before, but now you should have realized why I'm king of dis' hil.