[super pimp trillionaire]

2011 drop from netcees prime



sorry, I'm a writer, I catalogue my shit.



the lousiest

believe it or not, it is what it is
clean cut or grizzed, fresh airs or lah gears
hard beats posess my heartbeat in less than two bars
I bang heads rock sets wake up, fists got new scars
rock out wit my cock out on some death metal urgency
persistent competition catchin stitches in emergency
set for surgery, rip dem bitches voicebox out
'fyou don't got insurance, chill... I charge a small amount
coolin system breathin, bloodflow pumpin
in a minute when its critical dip an' fuck somethin
lef chick recoverin, jump back on the stage
on some jodeci... shirt lost, tims half laced
kid said they in they set, henh, mash da nigga face
eject they wack cd and start moshin goodness, grace
manners, kindness, karma plus good luck...
cant save a bitch when a dog wanna fuck
so what the fuck?! oh, it's gettin outta hand
homie got his feelins hurt and he ran ta call the man
too bad, so sad, nobody saw nuthin...
when he was on stage and couldn't get shit bumpin
I'm the finisher, the anchor man of all anchorers
wif a duffel bag full of mic hands in my garage
a bitterer battler never cussed upon a beat
to embarrass a amateur emcee fussin at the heat
spit ridiculous, so nasty shit don't even make sense
its the lousiest hair triggered gorilla aint no defense

dinner time
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jan 26th 2011