Villain man never ran with in his hand and won't stop rockin' until he clock in a grand 'Til he in the wasteland on on backs of treasure maps. stacks to the ceiling fan he'll rest when he's ashes. ask him after 10 miles and his mash his stashes. Chip on his shoulder a slip-on holster. A clip, a folder, and his grip on a poster they supposed to know. It'll show when his glow. Get from out the row. he get dough: its horrible. is money. Spend, waste, save, invest, the fest. The tin of (?) yes. Y'all, forget ya trickles. The ballers pitch in. Rub to get a nickles. When tut-tut. He to change the price again they go up each he blow up, like, hydrogen. hear have 'em shrillin' in fear. And top-illin' until he a gazzillionaire. and stare. Yeah, ya boy had drama. Got him on a mental plane; bad karma. Once an inbred skinhead a nigga-joke. a brand new chrome smoker with the triggers broke. I thought I him fire and pins were separate. He'll find out when tries to go and rep it. Took her to the money for a Arabic Victoria. in advance to translate it and ignored her, sorta. One monkey stop no slaughter. A junkie cop a quarter-ton; run for the border. No the drill. It ain't the overkill. Flow skill. Still, no thrill. Villain puttin' 10k in his pilla. Villain when it gets realer, split the with
Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix. Do a deal for kicks and get quick. Sketch lyrics. Bet bottom nick on some vick Ick the broomstick. Come with the dumb schtick. Sick, slick. Hit it in the book. Only way find him is if he spittin' in the hook. Listen, don't look now. walkin'. three beads for this cow. Cheap talkin'. Hawkman. Stalkin'. Hit the weed. often. into a coffin. Might as well scoff the pork, then. He's like warf. say stronger, though. Off the top Jay Bo. Play along bro. Wear a like YO, off the thong show. Flow slow. a mongrel. Thon Won Thong Pro. (?) For your info: he's not practicing Jim Crow or addressin' nympho bimbo. playing Ray J, the old tape. Doom, well, can I say like JJ in a gold cape. to the rim like Brim. Villain and you won't him in no gym. Probably a foggy bar the frogs with the dot on a as he squat on a log. and half-baked. Used to keep a full of work. and half-shape. My mistake. Sign the agreement. For g's to to line than cracks in the cement. In any event, its fake wrestling. Get 'em Jake the Snake. All massacres. He it for the dry throat. to hit the high note. Villian, since an itsy zygote. By remote, in the meat wagon. Braggin' MCs packed in with they draggin'. These is staggerin'. Had his PhD in Street Haggelin'.
Villain, his is clear. Endin' this year with to spare. Hear! Its not for the seein'. Went through the after enterin' the centerbeing. A new to sales through the roof. A (?) the return of the tramp. Who do a jam when Earnest go to camp for the right earn. "Nawmeen?" Vern. We some more oil for the machines to burn. Learn. Jiminy crickets. He gets like tickets off slippery lyrics. One man's waste is man's soap. Son's fan base. the brotherman's dope. A real weirdo. With flow. And the way his hair as ugly as a scarecrow. He wears a mask so the charge grab. On a rooftop a large stone slab. Heads up. white and thought niggerish. Refused to walk and got his off the figurish. Black and equally as yucky. How he handled the money was Dan Stuckey. hustle. Man on fire. Later for the than the Hadron Collider. more. It be seeming like a style. Doom leave the competition like a pile. Smile. Sparkling jewels. In effect off to the side street park rules. Fools. The is never dead. Live for a weekend. dehydrate with a head. Instead it was a flickted. Split the lick.
We have got to DOOM! Luuuuck!