rung hells bells & caused a ruckus in heaven
sponsored by Rawkus pre 9/11...
third eye blind, poetically disinclined from March
my motive is blinded by the fall.
milked from generations of bad timing and malt...
liquor, a quicker way to trying to talk
I ought to be on the next bus outta town.
heading Eastbound feeling down & out...
me & my ego throw fists & go round for round.
drinking so much I know what the droughts about.
brain death isnt so bad once you sound it out.
meow, meow, meow, my raps come in cat form
biting heads off like a Rankor, a motherfucking Rankor
tryna dust myself off in the middle of a sandstorm.
middle finger to the monkey in the middle, look at that man whore.
miracle worker with the touch of a finger
when they collapse in a rush, the soul lingers.
I dont want much....just an old singer.
3 grams in a dutch & some cold zingers
a turn for change not a turn of phrase on a slow blinker...
I switch lanes & jump the curb.
catch this roadkill so you can get your buzzards worth.
champagne pancakes & Mrs Buttersworth.
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