cant fuck wit me
A single shoe and a pair of socks
Paraphrasing a paradox,
subliminal signals hidden by parental locks.
Conventional wisdom says that those senses are dead,
System malfunction; now the symptoms have spread.
Creating a matrix thats infecting the nameless
See I've perfected the basics,
Hurdled the bar and then raised it,
Checked all the traits lists; erased it
Fucked your bitch, left her pasted
An walked past you in the hallway saying "congrats on the rape kid."
I get down ta business rockafella's rocking my jams,
Wocka flockas fans couldn't dance so now they jockin my stance.
Your technique is horse an carriage mine is a rocket; advanced,
But I don't need ta rap to make up for the cock in my pants.
See I'm cockin back an talkin smack, I'm lifted yeah I'm blown
Check your tracks that shit is wack you ain't gifted as I've shown.
Woah
Im gettin it spittin shit to the bitches you sittin with
Forgettin tricks, hittin licks, makin makin dough while you kickin bricks
Quit the shit!
You just wishin I'm finished, visions of different opinions,
But i'll fuck ya world up quicker than Chris Hanson in the kitchen bitch!
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