Wit an airplane spoon flyin' everywhere my baby coo's,
You bitches that glance over everything thought I said coon.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Relationships
My baby's crazy, takes his pick from the lady litter,
Your baby's lady takes dick from the baby sitter.
Your baby's lady takes dick from the baby sitter.
MORE FEEN.
Take a look at your baby, a showpony in American Apparel,
My baby sees your baby from a mile away, and sees targets in a barrel.
My baby sees your baby from a mile away, and sees targets in a barrel.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Indians
Fixie rolls, knapsacks, girls jeans and the rest,
Your baby still cries when he leaves his momma's breast.
Your baby still cries when he leaves his momma's breast.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Short and Sweet.
MY BABY WASN'T BORN YESTERDAY, GROWN TO BE A FIGHTER,
YOUR BABY WAS BORN YESTERDAY, STILL PISSING ITS FUCKING DIAPER.
YOUR BABY WAS BORN YESTERDAY, STILL PISSING ITS FUCKING DIAPER.
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.
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.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Bacon Deluxe.
My baby chortles at how awful it is that your baby stays, lawful,
My baby has had a gut full of how your baby thinks it's Sitting Bull,
That sign says no standing, so straighten up,
You posers late with the lean, my baby snatching those styrofoam cups,
Cliches and she says that your baby had the motive,
My baby stays crazy and spurred on, locomotivated train lines of linear thought, always hated.
Real recognise real and that's how I'm gonna play it,
Time for your baby to change it's diaper,
Like it's style, it stinks like shit.
My baby has had a gut full of how your baby thinks it's Sitting Bull,
That sign says no standing, so straighten up,
You posers late with the lean, my baby snatching those styrofoam cups,
Cliches and she says that your baby had the motive,
My baby stays crazy and spurred on, locomotivated train lines of linear thought, always hated.
Real recognise real and that's how I'm gonna play it,
Time for your baby to change it's diaper,
Like it's style, it stinks like shit.
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