Ahh
This just in
I remember when, last past November when
Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberlands
They left him trembling, he was not remembering:
Never tuck your denim in just to floss an emblem
Some would debate, “Wait, the fella ate gelatin
Or either listening to what his weathermens was telling him”
When I could feel it in my melanin, it’s compelling
Us to break them off, no reassembling
No science-fiction to no theater near you, coming soon to
Fuck with you frequently like how phases of the moon would do
You could gather ’round like it was an eclipse
Just don’t look directly to the bitch, you may be blinded by the scripts
Pass the L, the last tell such an absurd tale
All hail, King Geedorah, the third rail
700 volts holds rap to a standstill
Fool ignore the rule, fuck up and get his man killed
Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled
And so goes the days of our lives as the hourglass sand spill
And built with Passion and a glass of the ‘Ze
(Then the lights went down, hey, hey)
And I knew it was the last day – Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reason
Mostly with these crimes of treason
And you’ll be lucky if there’s no squeezing even this evening
From how he’s feeling, thrilling choice of flow is sick
He’s the villain with the million dollar voice-throw trick
He’s like a ventriloquist, with his fist in the speaker’s back
Couldn’t think of no uniquer track, nope, sneak attack
It don’t really matter how big them is, so much as a nipple
Cause you could have a chick with D-Triple
‘Cept the nipple little, just hot off the griddle
Like how he do monkey rhymers like Monkey-in-the-Middle
By his damn self, ain’t no average MC ahead of me
Getting cheddar instead of the probably better pedigree
With nicknames, sick games as Rick James
Messy games, Sci.Fly such as Jesse James
Blast, I figure, ass-hawking ass titty licker
Last one to walk up in, fast-talking city slicker
Got bagged ’cause of the dirty chick with make-up
Bail out quick for the 7:30 wake-up
My only backup was an A-cup, as far as May
To when the leaves turn red and gold to Nimrod earthday
All else? Worthless to say
(Then the lights went down, hey, hey)
That’s when I knew it was the first day – Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning
Mostly with these crimes of treason men
And y’all be lucky if there’s no squeezing even this evening
It’s like a mosquito, the much sweeter resent the act
I been bent back since my Physical went back
Since, cultured more of my kin
And for them I keep an L rolled in this hellhole
Hold your head, use your head and hold, or be dead and cold
In the worsest way, soon as the leaves show red and gold
To ’round Nimrod release day
And all else? Needless to say
Wait a motherfucking minute! True facts presented
The names was probably changed just to protect who ain’t in it
The XP was three-quarters tinted, four-fifths was converted
The way his shit was twisted? Ask him if it hurted
(Then the lights went down, hey, hey)
Wig-Twisting Season
When some could get their wigs twisted back within reasoning
Mostly with these crimes of lying, and fronting, and cheating
All types of different styles of treason
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