Hardcore

Verse 1: I keep a tight griddle while I make the mic sizzle Fight like a pit bull one bite and you'll be crippled Your dick is light and little while my prick is like triple- Weight and height of a missile, you'll be like "can I fiddle?" You're soft like your wife's nipple. We bone when she's lonely The trick got gold teeth that turn white when she blows me You could do two raps, I'll sit there and won't speak I'll do that to no beat and still win the trophy Rhyme ten times each word that you throw me Not you only- I'll battle you and your homies I'm more than sick worse than a horror flick Charged with aggravated assault with an enormous dick And now it's definite so I'ma start reppin it I get so much head I might be the next president If you're a father that has a pregnant daughter I'ma slide it in so far that I'ma pop that bitch's water Dis me- I'll twist it up and send the joke back And fuck you up worse than the pictures on the smoke pack 16 bars and I ain't even done yet You'll see the bulge in my pants and think that it's a gun threat I see through y'all, it's weird im like two balls I don't wear the rubber cuz they make the shit too small I hate rap. I just make cracks and say crap I'm so ghetto that I put my demo up on 8-track I send this out to every girl that I dated My blowjobs still better than y'all when the shits deflated I shoot up so much I'm fuckin bustin veins Ain't nothin changed next up its just the same Verse 2: I'm the scribble logic architect I sit and swill the wine And build a rhyme with the ill design to thrill your mind [bleh!] Ink spills to grind and stains the page Turnin pain to rage now the skills are primed I work in dangerous ways [yeea!] My brain is crazed, crazy in the brain you love it Actin strange in public, lookin all deranged and rugged Broke as fuck I can't maintain the budget Can't think of nothin else to say? Change the subject Fallin off point because my verse has no punch line It isn't hard to see me blackin out sometimes [bleh!] Comin with the crooked style you might find absurd Cuz I'm not even writin songs I'm just rhymin words You see me drop the deadly skill and explode to get you feelin the flow Takin rap to where these other motherfuckers really ain't willing to go I whip my fuckin dick out Stealin the show [bleh!] So if you think you got a bigger nutsac? Prove it Thinkin you could spit a better rap? Do it Go ahead get up on the mic and act stupid First let me warn ya- I just might counteract and lose it Motherfuckers step back too quick I'll break your ass in half the same way I snap a tooth pick Get a microphone thrown at you With the speed to leave a cheetah seemin like a stone statue The microphone'll strike your dome, crack and split your skull Wanna talk shit to me? Step back and lick the balls Cats are quick to fall, tellin me I'm pretty fuckin fly for a white guy? Yeah, pretty typical Yo it's pretty fuckin funny bitch Tell the meat and hit the skids I'll fuckin hit you like a ton of bricks I come explicit, you don't want none of this shit Stole the show and now I'm runnin with it