Fisical
02-08-2007, 12:58 PM
They wuna see me shot down, bleedin dyin like Lennon//
Its like im on the road to success drivin a lemon//
But I manage to get past the critics//
Im good with a bottle of Goose, so dont pass the spinach//
Yall mutafuckers are fast to mimic//
While u drunk drivin im just rhymin so tell me whos past the limit?//
Self inflicted wounds leave me layin in critical//
Aint cracked a smile for a while cus what u sayin is pitifull//
All jokes aside, when im playin its Fisical(physical)//
Fuck an alarm, i ride around with a cobra//
Time to reload, i just put gun powder in my soda//(WOW!)
So u know the rounds im lettin off//
Now u feel my passion and while im rock hard u gettin soft//
Put the money in the bag, i got visions of "Set it off"//
I must be crazy, at the next stop im gettin off//
No destination in mind so im roamin like im lonesome//
Never stingy with bread, i splurge the Stroehman and i'll loan some//
I stay to myself cus i know how the rumors be spreadin//
One word out ya mouth and its a tumor thats pendin//
So zip ya lips or get jabbed with an icepick//
Im on the prowl for a chick with nice tits and rite hips//
Grimey as hell, i bite lips on vaginas thats tighter than vice grips//
Looks like u stuck with a thigh cus i ate all the breasts//
I know u hate im the best//
Guess i was just blessed, class clown and best dressed//
I love myself and i hate all the rest//
How could i be stressed? Comin thru in a stretch Vette//
NEXT!
Its like im on the road to success drivin a lemon//
But I manage to get past the critics//
Im good with a bottle of Goose, so dont pass the spinach//
Yall mutafuckers are fast to mimic//
While u drunk drivin im just rhymin so tell me whos past the limit?//
Self inflicted wounds leave me layin in critical//
Aint cracked a smile for a while cus what u sayin is pitifull//
All jokes aside, when im playin its Fisical(physical)//
Fuck an alarm, i ride around with a cobra//
Time to reload, i just put gun powder in my soda//(WOW!)
So u know the rounds im lettin off//
Now u feel my passion and while im rock hard u gettin soft//
Put the money in the bag, i got visions of "Set it off"//
I must be crazy, at the next stop im gettin off//
No destination in mind so im roamin like im lonesome//
Never stingy with bread, i splurge the Stroehman and i'll loan some//
I stay to myself cus i know how the rumors be spreadin//
One word out ya mouth and its a tumor thats pendin//
So zip ya lips or get jabbed with an icepick//
Im on the prowl for a chick with nice tits and rite hips//
Grimey as hell, i bite lips on vaginas thats tighter than vice grips//
Looks like u stuck with a thigh cus i ate all the breasts//
I know u hate im the best//
Guess i was just blessed, class clown and best dressed//
I love myself and i hate all the rest//
How could i be stressed? Comin thru in a stretch Vette//
NEXT!