Monday, February 15, 2010

Ghostwriter.

My baby don't need beef, and he don't cook pork,
Your baby straight Internet, on that Fakebook stalk.
My baby don't need caps lock to have the game locked up, aks' ya mans,
Your baby swollen glands, locked up like Weezy, sucking cock for Coke cans.

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  1. ILL PORN IS THE REASON MY SON LOGS ON/
    YOUR STILL BORNS THE REASON THEY MADE DEAD-BABY-JOKE.COM/
    MA TODDLER GOT ROOMS A VERSACE SUITS, LV TIES AN/
    YA BABY JERKIN OFF TO NEKKED FLICKS OF BARBARA STREISAND/
    MY SON GOT THEM NOTES, MEETIN PEDRO WHERE THE BOAT LANDS/
    YO BABY BROKE, BEGGIN FOR SMOKES, HITTIN RESIN OUTTA COKE CANS/

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  3. Your baby don't smack guys he suck guys in disguise, just another dishpig left in kindy with two black eyes,
    My baby runs rings around you, and your the fucking parent,
    Imagine what I could do if you even dared to represent,
    From birth certificate to death, my baby signed off on yours, cos of course,
    my baby likes it raw.

    Watch who you call a dog, cos thats slang your baby ain't schooled at,
    and as for your baby being a cat, my baby be like Gummo, shooting at it, bwap.

    The only way you'd cop nine lives would be in fucking Mario, and even in World One, your baby's mother still a skanky ho,
    Listen to the lingo as I play High School Bingo, skeeting on your sisters college friends,
    My baby knows how to chessbox lad, he's out there on the offence,
    and thats the goal he kicked to win the fucking final.
    YOU RECKON YOUR BABY SATAN?
    YOUR BABY IN DENIAL,
    SO IN ENDING YOUR BABY BETTER WATCH ITS MOUTH,
    COS MY BABY WILL DROP YOUR BABY,
    SIX, FEET, SOUTH.

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