Boner Police-Pat and Zen

[Zen]

I'm Shaka Zulu waging, and fighting wars. You ain't gotta clue, dude. I'll raise my mighty horde to erase your tiny force with blades made from bison horns. I'm crazy breakin inside your door so take this pipe you whore.

Shit wrong number. I spit talk-stutter, i dicked off mothers with this big shlong, I'm the ding dong stuffer. The big tall lover with the sick balls. While you hit bongs brother i kicked it off uttering sick raw rugged shit, my shits all butter kid.

Fuck y'all. Ill cut a bitch. The gloves off and I'm cummin dick. Get it!? Nut and balls you covered in and I'm touching it all to smother it in with this butt sauce. I'm lovin it.

Gimme a beat and I'll promptly punish it. Kickin a free while these honkeys study it.

You ever think you're original? Well you're not. Sorry to be so cynical, but I'm overwhelmed by pot. Hyper vigilante, from toe nail to crotch. Mind flickering, in a well of thoughts; times splintering. Where have I gone? Hives twittering from twelve to dark with lives centered in tribe differences. I'm alive, so why can't I find interest between my nine to five and side intimates? I'm high out my mind dying to live, I guess.

Side intimates in the back seat of my Chevy. The rides imminent, cause pats feelin these heavies. I'm bad, hittin ur celly up with wackness in the texting stuff. I'm mad sick when I'm pressin stuff, hack sniff, I'm just phlegmin' up. Carry this team, back stiff when i held it up

I got hairy legs doing pelvic thrusts on them dairy kegs on yo breasts. I'm up and tearin heads with wretched knucks. Hit all three. Larry Legend, you dead. What's up?

My fuckin phones a piece a crap. Its cause i broke it, screen is cracked. I was drunk and stoned and feeling smashed, so i stumbled home at 3 at last. Received a text and reached in my pocket. Grabbed my phone to see who's callin. The heat was on, i hastily rushed it. Popped out my hands and now I'm basically jugglin'. Had it for a sec, then lost it at last. Smashed it all to heck, and when i dropped it, it cracked.

It's obvious Pat you got that Fabian swag but your competence lacks when diggin in your pockets, in fact a simple object of trash was once some positive crap. Then you broke it, but Zen has spoken and got you that new shit holmes. But it's a flip phone.

I rock a Motorola Razor. I'll motorboat a hater, with a Rollercoaster hanger. I'm sorry ho, but basically I'm sort of prone to anger. I'm provolone with flavor. You stale as fuck to me. I'll overflow the paper when i mail this fuckin free

Inhalin...enough. Lets see which Palin wants to fuck with Z. Sarah's all I know cuz I don't care bout all them folks unless they're tearing off their clothes to suck my D.

I'm eating frosted flakes all night and beating off to babes online. I'm feeding off your flagrant rhymes, to ween me off this stage of mine. Completely off the base, I'm high. Careening off in space and flying

See me? Naw, y'all fakes are dying. I'm Jesus crazed in Satan's Zion with ninja blades and a babe I'm tryin to hit today in the face with my dick. Why my rhymes all about my dick? I'm out my mind with my Shaolin clique doing pounds of lines from the whitest brick.

I'm downloading pornography, I'm damn horny for hotty teens ***he storing and copying a massive glorious discography. Probably masturbatory monopoly i wanna play, crashing boards on my comp you see in a flashy way

That's it whore. Flash this way!! Now grab my sword and jack away. Now ask for more and ill blast in your face. That's graphic. Porn dun trashed my brain!!