BiPolar

(Intro)
Picking up the slack
Girls with nice racks
I know how to pack
Alright
Here we go....

[ Verse 1: True ]
Vindicated, sophisticated,
intricate and intimate,
up in the office space,
showing her my o-h-h face,
it's odd to see,
people planting seeds,
on an outer-space odyssey,
DAMN IT,
taxing only with a fee,
building only to the 10th degree,
comping all sides,
and cutting the corners,
strong convections proceed great actions,
bare edge,
busting to the boarder all caught on film,
with this camcorder,
candy flipping and lollie gagging',
a pipe like Bilbo Baggins making task happen,
while my pants are sagging,
on long flights when the jet is lagging

{ Chorus }
Sometimes I rhyme hood,
Sometimes I rhyme sick,
you never know when it's gonna click,
these girls make me out to be their first pick,
they are measuring others by the size of their dick....

[ Verse 2: True ]
Serpents in the grass,
Usually seat in the back of class,
Garden in the rapture,
Time to start a new chapter,
Becking for ancient reckoning,
Relics of an Apostle to hostile,
Orange Julius rolled so furious,
The hypnotic in Cognac got curious,
about snuggle buddies,
Who used to be enemies,
now friends with benefits,
cuz of Hennessey,
Aimed at all synergy,
Losing my memory,
with a remedy of my sensory,
Dignity of new deputy,
Bipolar mood to get lost in the wood,
with a tiger named light sabre,
the department of labor,
told me to be nicer to my neighbor....

{ Chorus }
Sometimes I rhyme hood,
Sometimes I rhyme sick,
you never know when it's gonna click,
these girls make me out to be their first pick,
they are measuring others by the size of their dick....

[ Verse 3: True ]
Generating drama with an extra comma,
Dogma comes with my own karma,
sexy smooth, on a cool move,
with a youtube and a big boob,
Being loyal confused for spoiled,
trying to claim royal with a sheet of tin foil,
To Ibiza from the leaning tower of Piza,
Struggling thru the day with the right words to say,
I am not Elegh or the Grouch,
Sleeping around but they call it surfing on a couch,
stupid things mixed with pretty rings,
being thrown in the flames,
still being pushed around all the same,
Rolls with the Rolex,
Benz on trends,
guilty but filthy,
She won't quit me...

{ Chorus }
Sometimes I rhyme hood,
Sometimes I rhyme sick,
you never know when it's gonna click,
these girls make me out to be their first pick,
they are measuring others by the size of their dick....