pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
[Verse 2: Ras Kass]
It's that underground b-boy shyt, just a beat and a rhyme
As simplified as a heat and a crime
True lyricists always get felt
Cause I rarely masturbate dog, but I always be feelin' myself
I rep' Golden State Warriors, I rep' The Horsemen
Get pissy drunk and forced to pray to porcelain
God, I'm worse than Cupid, stupid
Love is Lust, so my glands release hollow point endorphins
bytch nikka, I'm mighty morphin' into a larson
Forcin' grown men into a forced a-dult abortion
Make it scorchin' hot to death then drop it arctic
So MCs shatter like glass next time a nikka sparks shyt
Make sense, even if I don't make dollars
Asiatic ghetto scholar
Y'all grafted like seedless grapes and rottweilers
My hoochie bytches pop that p*ssy while my pimp nikkas pop they collars
And pop stars- these the last days of disco
It's all about me-me-me-me-me
Cause I’m Mya with a big dikk, though, you fakkit like Sisqo
You thumbs down six feet like Ebert & Gene Siskel
I'm blessed with my Father's complexion and my Mother's features
I'm unique, different from all other creatures
I be rocking a black doo rag tellin pigeons youse a motherfukkin fool
And they be like 'you look like Ja Rule, but that's cool'
I guess all short, chocolate, chinky eyed nikkas look alike, boo
Let the pen stroke, so the track have a heart attack
You blind, baby, give your cataracts cataracts
Matter of fact, face it, I'm just not the norm
More graphic than porn
I'm like eye witnessin' a matador get his rib cage crushed
Lung pulled by a raging bull's horn, I put it on like a uniform
What
It's that underground b-boy shyt, just a beat and a rhyme
As simplified as a heat and a crime
True lyricists always get felt
Cause I rarely masturbate dog, but I always be feelin' myself
I rep' Golden State Warriors, I rep' The Horsemen
Get pissy drunk and forced to pray to porcelain
God, I'm worse than Cupid, stupid
Love is Lust, so my glands release hollow point endorphins
bytch nikka, I'm mighty morphin' into a larson
Forcin' grown men into a forced a-dult abortion
Make it scorchin' hot to death then drop it arctic
So MCs shatter like glass next time a nikka sparks shyt
Make sense, even if I don't make dollars
Asiatic ghetto scholar
Y'all grafted like seedless grapes and rottweilers
My hoochie bytches pop that p*ssy while my pimp nikkas pop they collars
And pop stars- these the last days of disco
It's all about me-me-me-me-me
Cause I’m Mya with a big dikk, though, you fakkit like Sisqo
You thumbs down six feet like Ebert & Gene Siskel
I'm blessed with my Father's complexion and my Mother's features
I'm unique, different from all other creatures
I be rocking a black doo rag tellin pigeons youse a motherfukkin fool
And they be like 'you look like Ja Rule, but that's cool'
I guess all short, chocolate, chinky eyed nikkas look alike, boo
Let the pen stroke, so the track have a heart attack
You blind, baby, give your cataracts cataracts
Matter of fact, face it, I'm just not the norm
More graphic than porn
I'm like eye witnessin' a matador get his rib cage crushed
Lung pulled by a raging bull's horn, I put it on like a uniform
What
