Life's absurd! Life is senseless!
Why make sense when I write a sentence?
Gimme a word, like pretentious,
I'll give you a rhyme, like contentious.
On the mic I'm offensive,
MDMA plays with my mind and my senses.
I am a Wise little chemist
designing scary drugs for the guys in the trenches.
cock like coke: white and expensive,
Cop my blow: why you relentless?
I drom my load: I give riding lessons
and your wife's an apprentice…
Gotta get up in that dirty orifice…
Gotta work with confidence…
murder with verbal prominence,
smash spots like a dermatologist.
I'm a mother fucking nerdy college kid,
that talks shit like absurd economists.
I can serve the dominance,
make a jerk see red like a blurry communist…
I be ripping up little ass rappers,
tearing up their four joints.
I spit a pinball rhyme, Mcs are the target,
watch me score points!
Suck my Kick
We don't snare
Lick these Cuts…
(I Play Pinball)
Man I got a mad apetite for this shit,
and I rap like a mad night on a binge,
That mic is my addiciton like smack,
like a crack pipe or seringe.
I grasp my hands tight and defend it,
right to the end: scrap, fight and impinge,
scratch, strike, attack, bite and offend,
til you back off, act frightened and cringe.
Mcs stay bluffing, he stay fronting,
Acting all Tough in his Pjs, strutting.
But he's sweet like a cheesecake, muffin,
He a cheap skate with a weak chain, fuck him!
This beat dumb like a pea-brain buzzing.
We don't give a fuck if we say nothing.
We make you wanna rape that replay button,
make you wanna rape that replay button!
Life's a bitch, a big boobed fairy,
that look real cute, but she a bit too scary.
Don't fuck wit her, she'll get you burried,
and write your name on the obituary.
Your broad's a naughty dumb twat,
dogs cum in like a door that's unlocked.
I got a four kilometre cock
that only fucks up when whores are on top.
Rappers entertain the way a clown do,
so I'ma do the same and play around too,
I make crews flip, I make the crowd drool
when I say bullshit but make it sound cool.
I be ripping up little ass rappers,
tearing up their four joints.
I spit a pinball rhyme, Mcs are the target,
watch me score points…
