i started writin this while watching the celtics win the championship purely as a joke and it skyrocketed from there
LYRICS:
if i went to high school with Rajon Rondo
i'd push him in the wall and be like, "whats your locker combo?
and wheres ya girl can i hit it like a bongo
and wheres your forest like congo of bomb dro?"
either give it up or your gonzo
like that indian squanto, kid he did thought so?
a wind ensemble, the composure of a composer
whos deaf and stupid leaves you electrocuted
insane, like at fault awaiting verdict
when your brain became an alternating circuit
you depart from the start and inside that arts a picture
thats when lights start to flicker
see if scott cares, your in the crosshairs
roll a blizz in executive boss chairs
around the bend, not even the benz knows me
all you see's a smoke ring descend slowly
or a glimpse of my hands, this is my chance
i could be sleepin or tryin to finish my plans
weak as their defense be
but the kid who barely tempts me, gets left in a literary frenzy
not to mention some scarred things
thats why i recite these departings, over guitar strings
you dont need more advice, you need a quarter slice
get stoned, zone, think of former lifes
guess what? i was a poet and painter
yes, my flow is insane sir
got it from my mom so i know i should thank her
but open cuz im pullin out ya soul with an anchor
so if i ever ran into one of you faggot queers
id push you in an alley and turn ya pockets rabbit ears
death is the only thing a savage fears
leave you empty handed with rapid tears
so when you think of ME, think of smoke rings
and lyrical departings over guitar strings
maybe even a crunk beat ya death is complete
now you catch that fag rollin on dumb street
if he had a talk wit your mama
probly push her in the wall and say, "quit it with your drama"
but wheres ya shit, let me get some marijuana
im the bomb i could flip and scare osama
why kid?? ill flick some ash in ya eyelid
and go pump gas in a hybrid
i dont care for the rest of your 2 cents
i'll break up all of your molecular blueprints
try to match me with my nasty agility
and im testing your bodys malleability
hammering you to aluminum sheets
but guarenteed when i rhyme that im goonin them deeks
so if ever one of you turds should tempt me
id kick you, hold you down then say, "turn em empty
i know karate, have you ever heard of sensi?
ill straight burn that little bird you sent me!"
hate if you want loser
DpT0c3lro-8
