Im Kemet Rocky & I like penis
googling gay porn :ahh:
With that fukking flow the system so belittles
Man, they tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly fukking with these nikkas, nikka listen
The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace
Then forget it, in turn these critics and interns
Admitting the shyt spitted, just burn like six furnaces
Rent, it'll fix learning them digits and simultaneously
Dispelling "one-trick-pony" myths, isn't he?
One adolescent, fukking six nikka energy
Crawling down 'Fax like a rich nikka centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account
Stamp and shouting, thrashing, these nikkas done let the Kraken out
Crack-a-lackin, like snap, crackle, poppin' your ammo or
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nikka
this nikka lyrics are like tongue twisters yet he doesn't get the praise he deserves. why?
some more of his lyricism...
Gorgeous chrome-plated horse whip
Home-making paintings for poor quality porn flicks
Court adjourned and the verdict's still saucy
Sack swinging like Dub-D40 on a door hinge
Good lord, walk light like the floor slick
Look bored, hoard all mics in a force grip
Pro-abortion endorsing his own importance
Or leaving opponents floating with paper and dirty porcelain
Pinnacle of titillating crisp spit
Fist clinched emulating '68 Olympics
Rock it from the cradle 'til he middle aged and limp-sticked
Coughing from the stable probably indicating spliff's lit
Dismissed, feel it in that saturated cranium
Heavy as insurance off a spanking new laser gun
Crazy heart, hazy lung, making art, raking funds
Crowd going dumb like Palin's son
Man, they tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly fukking with these nikkas, nikka listen
The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace
Then forget it, in turn these critics and interns
Admitting the shyt spitted, just burn like six furnaces
Rent, it'll fix learning them digits and simultaneously
Dispelling "one-trick-pony" myths, isn't he?
One adolescent, fukking six nikka energy
Crawling down 'Fax like a rich nikka centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account
Stamp and shouting, thrashing, these nikkas done let the Kraken out
Crack-a-lackin, like snap, crackle, poppin' your ammo or
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nikka
this nikka lyrics are like tongue twisters yet he doesn't get the praise he deserves. why?
some more of his lyricism...
Gorgeous chrome-plated horse whip
Home-making paintings for poor quality porn flicks
Court adjourned and the verdict's still saucy
Sack swinging like Dub-D40 on a door hinge
Good lord, walk light like the floor slick
Look bored, hoard all mics in a force grip
Pro-abortion endorsing his own importance
Or leaving opponents floating with paper and dirty porcelain
Pinnacle of titillating crisp spit
Fist clinched emulating '68 Olympics
Rock it from the cradle 'til he middle aged and limp-sticked
Coughing from the stable probably indicating spliff's lit
Dismissed, feel it in that saturated cranium
Heavy as insurance off a spanking new laser gun
Crazy heart, hazy lung, making art, raking funds
Crowd going dumb like Palin's son
