Chain-
smoking beedies 'til his brain's broken completely
Get back on his feet,
work out and eat some Wheaties
Greedy for the cheese, please,
most couldn't fathom
Had him in the cobra clutch,
when he spat the mad hymn
Gems, collection of brrrats Timbs and hats
Had no time for the pitty- pat,
I'll give him that
The rhythm hit him back
with a right hook
Shook it off, caught a shiner,
thought it was an aight look
Depends on the shades
The end of days fades, pretenders lay
In dazes on stages, DOO- Mal aise
Eat it up, microphone,
microwave mayonnaise
His own way was strange
but it matters not
Tuned into a frequency tone
that shattered rock
Hold it down like Shatner do Spock
Rapper jocks need to put
a sock in they chatterbox
The block got light
of Vioxx stock
Folks gather round,
it's no joke like "Knock, knock"
It's them, they came home
to roost y'all
And watch 'em transform the game
to the rules of foosball
She's too small, any questions?
Him could squeeze blood from
a penny in the recession
Keep guessing,
it gets deeper than depression
The power of suggestion wake a sleeper,
peep the lesson
Dig that beat
Ripped it with Metal Fingers
and stomped it with big fat feet
And you know what they say,
cut the hay
Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated,
but today
It's all grey, metallic with a ruby stone
Rude like the type of dude you could
write a movie on
Hardcore porn, did his own stunts
Writ his own rhymes and
split his own blunts
Once, in a while, every other minute
Eyes pop out,
Popeye, heavy on the spinach
Steady on his business and
ready with a ill pitch
Keeps a bad bilznitch like Denny
Kucinilznich
No hitch, just a shit- load
of spit and sneeze
Strictly G stacking up off a
rack of hidden fees
Rap is like the gay club strip tease
With hippies on the yip saying,
"Hey bub, grip these"
They screaming for attention
Beaming at the mention of a scary
demon convention
You could cut the tension
with a switchblade
And serve it on the same plate of hors
d'oeuvres a witch made
Filleted, persuaded the chambermaid
To bet her paycheck on a get-
naked game of spades
Straight up, no chaser, no layaways
Caution, faint taste of mi
crowave mayonnaise