Confessions Of A Lyricist

[Verse 1: Frzy] Welcome to my life This is quite the hobby So I'm a kill this shit Y'all hide the body Cause what you did I did But mine is like a zombie While these pyramid schemes screaming Illuminati A bunch of thirsty motherfuckers chillin' in the lobby So I hit em wit the tommy Wet like tsunamis Ya broke sorry Ya paper folding like origami Ya financial state is red Did u vote for Romney You ain't better then the boy the whole city knows I make noise Y'all niggas quiet as tippy toes I throw blows And leave a nigga a bloody nose I run my city Y'all bitches be runnin pantyhose I can tell you a tale a story from the living though They been afraid I leave they beef in the marinade I'm gettin paid I cut ahead I'm givin fades Now I'm first in line Fuck what ya record says [Verse 2: Frzy] I must confess I'm the sickest at spittin my nigga let me dish I'm not stable My foundation is make a wish Should I ball like y'all Just to hear the swish I'm debating this so I probably will never catch a fish I hardly do it But rip niggas That hardly do it That's been a drill for you bitch niggas allergic to it See I knew They never do it When they pursue it Karrine Stefan's got jealous by the way they blew it See I been threw it All that pain tho Cause in my city they would treat me like Django But now that I'm Free They can't fuck wit me I decapitated DiCaprio's All on my zapatos Lord knows I've experienced more lows Cause I'm A emcee And I ain't never owned Loews Plus I got hoes That's are allergic to clothes So in a dark room I'm exposed Picture that [Verse 3: Frzy] Here's the truth and only the truth Hit the booth You too couped the top is the proof hit the roof Here's the boot I'm sorry u ain't got the loot To tell the truth I'll probably say your a hoot I got ace of spades While I'm in this suit So play ya cards right Or it's gone be a long night I yoke niggas And leave family's with egg whites Or make em need x-rays I give em insight Look fucker I ain't no sucker If the shit's rigged Then I must be a trucker Pucker Up and try to kiss my ass The only thing I miss come with a crown and a sash And just in case they boyfriends ever wanna thrash I been working out my arms Working on my abs I been doing pull ups That don't leave a diaper rash So when they take a dive look for the splash Dag