Pretty Long Time (Forever)

[Intro] My nigga Scricyl sent me the link to this song I also found it on karencivil.com I took that as a sign, ya know Check! It's even hotter, check! Get it, check...the video, the...whatever [Verse] And as it so occurs, the asshole of spoken word Has a rap flow that goes over the flaps of broken bird wings I hope you heard the vocal spurt of pink Crazy but the baby is the shade of a fucking labia Getting late enough to be considered a rug A pickup truck with sluts not giving a fuck Driving around high as a cloud, a moving brothel Screw with my gospel, shit will get as gruesome as hostile Stupid imposters try to make a move and I got them Checker game when disrespecting lame, move em with hops, duck! Rotten ducks ain't sitting because I popped them The alternative to Mario, word, I could hardly slow up Guard me, I go up, and cross the Eddie Jones defender Jones if her head instead of poetry for the dough, hey I mean ya know, even the Pope needed dome I just rather a bitch instead than grabbing the dick of a 3-year-old Rappers for infants, I'm the CEO of even flow Even my flow is a breathing demon But even so I speak with no loathing and fear of Las Vegas A heathen? No I just keep the cold all heated, so I'm like Central Air when my thoughts are in the air Give me a stare like Medusa and you'll be here for the future Unfortuntately 2012 will be funny as hell Money sells and I'm a clock stuck at 7:38 Watch what's up, it's like heaven stuck with a dirty face My jersey can't be erased Number 3.14, poomtang Throw that See and Say on, my whole crew bangs Ain't nothing but a Sonic blue thang I pop boxers, like poop stains That was the most homophobic joke ever So I hope God doesn't sever my throat better I don't hate fags, I just don't understand them Taking a poop ain't comfy, so why another man then On a different page, bout to take my lady tanning She's bronze like 3rd place, I'm going gold cause I can, shit What up Silver, my nickname is central My goons are emails cause I sent them I'm a Gmail, peep the system Sipping ether ginger ale Run it back and you missed them Suicides got you running back to get a Reggie Miller And a bitches bush, Lil' Kim them I stick out as plain awesome like Mather's 16 Whoever is ready's quarterback Doesn't matter cause my accuracy is Madden '04 Ask, battling me you won't matter no more, rest I'm ill enough to still grab on an old whores breast Like 2% or non-fat, she won't pour a test Or protest But she has to go pour a glass of all her matter into a cold court, yes Snacking on flesh is what I go for, so fuck a steak I'm Cartoon Network, Cow and Chicken, I was slipping Now I hope you cowards listen Shawn mad cause he wish he was in Howard's position But I'm his father much like I am to you How am I tripping? Laces in, I'm on can kick it I'm horny bitches, don't cry no more, I'm living Spinal cord is in position miss, I'm twisting it Make you do a donut, on some Dilla shit Sharp since a teen, I be on that gilla shit Harder than me, you be on a Viagra pill and shit And keep you dick away from me, I ain't dealing shit Sunburn on my tip, your girl feeling it She get a tan when it's in her hands, and it's in her lips Conversation or something less innocent I am forever she says, by the way I rev her off Key in ignition, no Kelly, she better off No jelly, no telly, she wet and soft Want to send some buckshots, let them off I'm in a tourbus thinking about metro cards And the summons I got when I was jetting hawk Over the turnstile, the judge better let me off Like, "You're sexy Charles, your music really gets me off" Just imagine a Hamilton battle She bit her bottom lip before slamming the gavel Niggas at the top land on the gravel After you take an L because Hamilton matters Gosh darn it CHECK! [Outro] Then the beat come in blacking like this So you know who had this verse Much respect nigga, check I'm gone