Originally Posted by
SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
Kick that shit, spit that shit, quit this shit
and flip it like samples smashed over snapples
You can kick the bucket long as you
Getting dat skrilla, duckets and gwop
So I can work O.T. at work on top of that
While dropping flames blocking lames
Clocking in multiple Alts in my game
I can Old republic and make it my new republic
Fall you off like romans do, get taller and see over the cubical
Lubricate it up so remember it’s all music to my ears
Few and far between I’m sick in the Maximus
Maxim maximum it’s all magnum to a minimum
When I’m relaxing with some more vagina
Asking if she wants a cinabun asking why these emcees fina run
Asking how I can wine and dine with her
Spit those and devise a plan open up the planner
We demand a change get stranger than doctors
You ain’t even proctor my test address the best….even……
Lames can sliced off at the penis, deaded in the anus
You can’t even enter the country without it
Creepy coney get douced in flames
Dusted lames are bad scratches
And lazy writing too tight to type it
You cannot flex your mental
Tampon temple dent on the criminalist
Logically you’re dumber than those reflex test
Take the Rorschach test and try testing my mentality
Your stability isn’t a liability to your futility
Even if it dumb this verse down to stability
You still couldn’t out write me
Without a melody
I destroying you my lovely
Crush you like L.L. does jelly beans
Mean machine, you garbage picker
Sick kick watch cha own life flicker on and off
So you can eat cha own shit or spit out them chicken nuggets
Shit on the whole world, just don’t ask me to change it