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some bitch asked me to drop a verse with some words she provided...then she told me i had to do another one...
part 1
for most, life Expectancy is that of a tab of extacy//
downed in two seconds, respectivley//
give or take a few, but less than three//
theres a monster still in me//
on a killing spree, on rampage without no responsibilty//
in all probability//
ill eliminate rich snobby ass nobility//
squashed like centapedes in drunken hostility//
so just sit there and listen//
cuz if dont shut-up ill poison ur water purification system//
with a bottle labled "For Urine" that i pissed in//
haha, u know whats fun kid?//
an abundance of munchkins//
and have em high off laced weed chopped down by paul bunyan//
all this time while cryin from cuttin too many onions//
shit...i show my gratitude to no less than half a shroom//
fuckin up ur whole latitude//
cuz whatever ur attitude//
ill have to do to you//
u gotta have enthusiasm just lookin at Sarcasm//
lookin at him reminds u of slim shady, durin an orgasm with his leg in a spasm//....
part 2
theres one thing u must know janet lynn//
u cant win, im ill, u the antonym//
u said my shit hot, and demand i do more//
the commander u arent//
understand that im grand and i do what i want//
the 6 feet underground, aint eager to rise//
ur meager supplies will be ur demise//
i laugh at rappers who run outta rhymes//
say the runnin from crimes//
but only some of the time//
a true criminal dont got time for makin records//
they too busy runnin from tax collectors//
gettin stripped searched at metal detectors//
u better understand i dont have time for petty excuses//
cuz if a bitch refuses to produce shit//
shes gettin abused and branded with bruises//
part 1
for most, life Expectancy is that of a tab of extacy//
downed in two seconds, respectivley//
give or take a few, but less than three//
theres a monster still in me//
on a killing spree, on rampage without no responsibilty//
in all probability//
ill eliminate rich snobby ass nobility//
squashed like centapedes in drunken hostility//
so just sit there and listen//
cuz if dont shut-up ill poison ur water purification system//
with a bottle labled "For Urine" that i pissed in//
haha, u know whats fun kid?//
an abundance of munchkins//
and have em high off laced weed chopped down by paul bunyan//
all this time while cryin from cuttin too many onions//
shit...i show my gratitude to no less than half a shroom//
fuckin up ur whole latitude//
cuz whatever ur attitude//
ill have to do to you//
u gotta have enthusiasm just lookin at Sarcasm//
lookin at him reminds u of slim shady, durin an orgasm with his leg in a spasm//....
part 2
theres one thing u must know janet lynn//
u cant win, im ill, u the antonym//
u said my shit hot, and demand i do more//
the commander u arent//
understand that im grand and i do what i want//
the 6 feet underground, aint eager to rise//
ur meager supplies will be ur demise//
i laugh at rappers who run outta rhymes//
say the runnin from crimes//
but only some of the time//
a true criminal dont got time for makin records//
they too busy runnin from tax collectors//
gettin stripped searched at metal detectors//
u better understand i dont have time for petty excuses//
cuz if a bitch refuses to produce shit//
shes gettin abused and branded with bruises//
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