pondering deep thoughts its a dark moon
who want smoke? i want it to start soon
if u think u late u reading too hard dude
antonyms on the verses he tryna argue
he think im cutiepiehole thats a smart dude
he and i are twins, but we are two
separate minds, separate souls, separate hearts, too
haters is broke cuz they was late to the carpool
im so rich im so lit i pay for winrar, fool!

water giver, elevator
deluxe sound system cus i got hella paper
yeah we never gave up.
hear the soul of God when u tell the haters

Pop a roxy and conspire for KTTMZ
Weesnaw off the cheap raw now him is he
You gotta have Fai-fa-fai-fa-faith, George Michael, believe in me
Don’t know what she see in me
She blow me up like some TNT
Big body, GMC, no BBL, no D-drizzy

On some Marshall Mathers LP s***

Got banned from Japan after I blew up Hiroshima again from these nuclear bars
Sold them to Iran for a few bucks, but radiating hate backfires a bruiser to scars
Chemo with Kareem, f***, leukemia disease baking my nuclease apart
The boldest man, rapid pyre at heretics that my lyrics get considered a war crime against humanity
Intimidating the United Nations to come by and take my vanity
Can’t plead or fight it, make it just insanity
I need so much medication to have at peace
Or I’ll send to Satan a reason to squeeze it and blast my piece
Wonder why the hatred, demons, and semen acid deep?
Cause the doc confused my d*** for a c*** and chopped it off without asking me
B**** better watch the chlamydia spit from my slit while she top me raw, how nasty see?
See me duck from the spit of a copy f***, he actually
On dumb luck to ride the wave I made I come up with an AK to make his chest cave like a Xenomorph
Press play, I’ll break time and space with evil form
and travel back to gavel your mom’s ass, beat the w****
and stick utensils like I’m going in dental till the fetus forked

Slim Shady 2, 2001, we on that horrorcore that make you lock your doors for war
Cops can’t stop me from breaking your s***, taking your b**** and slaying with swords

@Rockman a goat at this man

nasty sherm

Seeing colors on d**** when I overdose
You think I’m stuttering off, I don’t know
My vision be f***ed up like kaleidoscope
My vision be doubled up like a sniper scope
Precision when I’m coming up, a writer maestro
Every verse a***yzed, in any note,
Every rhyme perf’d, collides with many flows
I surf on any flow, any wave, I’m on any coast
Whatever plays, I burn the most bread like toast
You amateurs wish you can f*** with the pros (prose)
Nail it like manicure, don’t talk if you can’t boast
Failing is a stand to work, a loss is what I know

He not on my level

Prop jewels in the hotel safe
Them s***s cost three night stay
Slow season; keep that chain
Rock them s***s eyebrows raise

Blacking back to back give me some room
Selling crack underneath a waning moon
Me and my gang we go straight baboon
Wrist in the bowl and it’s goin typhoon
Pockets look like au gratin potatoes
Your last tape? 10% on Rotten Tomatoes
My b**** Down 4 Life, yeah, she so Fabo
And when Shawty get Lo, her opps watching, Dey Know
At a casino in Reno, playing Keno with baby Benzino
Lost all my C-notes, they repo’d my bike like D-Bo
Just kidding, I’m forever winning
Left Nevada like The Hills Have Eyes, I made a killing
But yo Jit, that movie’s set in New Mexico!
Yes I know!
I just need’d a filler bar to use as a stepping stone
Jit what the f*** it’s not Friday! It’s Sunday!
Yes, I do things my way, I never do it one way

Ayo! I've never written a rhyme before
This my first time, so imma f*** up big time for sure,
I cannot claim that my rhymes are all that,
or that I walk around with a loaded gat,
cuz I aint gangsta like that, yeah I said it.
But all my lines like bullets in an ATM, credit and debit
s*** f*** and c***- the holy trinity
The only time I work together and show unity -is when I'm in a 3some with brittany

Know this s*** say Friday
It's Sunday morning, and I'm feinding
Crazy b**** clap back she a semen demon
The way I hit from the back, got that w**** creaming
You could tell she real hungry from the way she eat it
Thriller, moonwalker, MJ, Imma Beat It!!!!!
(HEE HEE)

No marxists but the hoes are linin up

i woke up today and chose violence
i want no assignments
b****es givin me more mileage
f***in thots, im on that hole timing
dope rhyming, when i choke her she be so silent
closed eyelids, porsche ridin, my w**** stylish
she from her home island, and she know wilin
i stay froze, icy.
got that hoe, behind it
and im over typing

Your mom a b**** nigga
Your dad a snitch nigga
You about to get stitched nigga
You about to meet this stick nigga
Broke ass, you ain’t rich nigga
You white? is you a Mitch nigga?
You like Aubrey? Is you from kitch-ner nigga?

i ride V12 w D12
d*** harder than a seashell
got beaches tidal wave squirtin thats my female
i bought a b**** a birkin i didnt pay retail
it was the best buy from the s***guy, thats me still
i stole that s***, ima block buster
my b**** bad, she a cock rubber
do she got a license to op' dumper?
that dump trucker, motherfucker
she bad and she know it, i wanna love her
but she a thot sucker and i do not want her
but maybe she experienced, got good credit on Experian
maybe we can meet in the median and u can buy me a trip, Expedian
the meaning of Expedia, im speedin up
in my demon truck, atleast im f***in
i beat her cousin then i heat her oven
kill that baby. no need for discussion
just keep those hunnids.
what we was touchin on is how these treeshes leave w nuthin on
and we the people see above and beyond that we need to f***em all
f***em all like dont call at all
focus on the bag of money
focus on the ass, thats funny
a b**** will leave u when u dont decide
the bag will leave u when u gonna ride
so make ur mind, bars not fried
today its wednesday not friday
the jits we do it my way
she ride d*** like a highway
but alla sudden my mind changed
chokin her out and slappin her face like a migraine
i8 pentium cock goin in the vaginal crease
im attackin the beat like spice your majesty
me leaving this post would be a travesty
so tragically a tragedy, imagine the shambles, see

misanthrope, waiting for my time to die
cry for what? i don't need love, i need a bullet
let you pull it, my phone on dnd
dice rolls could never save you from me
red pill, blue pill, kinda feel like will smith
jaded bout the world, wondering what if with women obsessed with old flings that left they matrix

Ughh oooooooohhhhhh yeahhhhh uhhhhhhhh making alien noises in her punani
d*** so hard this b**** leaking, yeah Issa tsunami
Go south on her, yeahhhhh I like the taste of her salami
Shawty Spanish, so i call her Mami
She said “you f*** me like a skinny nigga named Tommy”’
Huh b**** what? Im a skreet nigga from 5 ward h town
B**** Nigga sit down, I take your b**** to the pound
She be barking too much, b**** acting like a lost puppy that need to be found
The way she gobble on my stick, yeah I miss that sound
But it don’t matter cause I’m out, I’m north bound
Heading for some real snow bunnies
Ain’t a damn thang funny
You know I like my honey vanilla
Take her to Manilla
B**** name Alaina
But her ass fatter than selena
And no I ain’t talking gomez
She a buss, but I would still buss
Yeah nasty nigga, finna grab on her bust
Them nipples better be perky, issa must
Best that p**** up, then I leave her in the dust

leave her in the dust, kitty spice pick her up
the kitty nice, she a s***
i hit it right in her butt
im fistin dimes, with handcuffs
im hard as metal, and drums
her ass fatter than a panda
i got a 9, shoot u on camera
nut in her eye, im so random
show these b****es the damn rum
ima turn em on like samsung
im from a whole nother planet
her nipple in the internet like janet
im nibblin it and hittin it like slammin!

pockets fatter than some ass shots
she screamin my name like a mascot
ima hit her w this c***cock
thats jus the way i slam thots
damn, dawg, spice is so damn raw
rawdoggin ur grandma
drop top whips on camera
d*** pokin out, banana
grrah purr skibidi toilet
dubai s*** we piss in the oil rig
we did what we always did
now the haters are mad, boiling

My dawg got fleas, they itchin to scratch you out
But personally I want to backhand slap the f*** out your mouth
I imagined these lyrics over a beat from the South
While I was sittin on my moms dusty ass couch
She Got It, 2 pistols under the couch cushion
They’re twins, a pair of book ends
Momma in the kitchen cookin
And she put her pigeon foot in

what yall talmbout friday is imminent
im movin my kids thru her like an immigrant
im hard if she is in my proximity
my b**** so bad she my twin she my mini me
love is fleeting, honeymoon era is limited
to feel is so naive and so innocent
i open up but only in a small increment
she open up and now i got syphilis
was it worth it just for a perfect c***oris?
thats between god and the chances Shes given me
i love my bae i wont let nothin get in between
married to my money, stay longer than a limousine
money long i make more money than billie jean
mary jane & lil debbie oh u be killin me
but i still luv u to beyond and infinity

To feel is so naive and so innocent
busting out the poetry tonight my kitty